"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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The beams of the blinding sun flashed through the windows, making it also impossible to look beyond our stained glass.
It seemed to had made the living room even hotter than before, the droplets of perspiration made me aware as it dripped slowly down my back.
For once it was actually the first time the sun had shined, but that didn't mean the rain hasn't stopped pouring down among our city.
It was almost taunting; I could feel so much but yet so little as I sat there in a pure state of bliss, and sadly it wasn't the great kind. But oh, how I wish I could once again find the courage to even do such explicit acts. I wish I could feel anything, but it just wasn't there and I don't think it would return. I missed it, I missed so much and being able to feel again, live again.
Life could be so tricky and hilarious at the same time because of how surprising it is, you spend the entire time wondering if you should leave it all behind and go elsewhere because your life is going tough. But then you get too afraid to actually do something about it, they just never told you how it was possible being dead while still being alive.
I would've never thought it could be achievable, it was. And man it was the most painful thing to experience, I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. But apparently I've grown a lot of them over the past few months. Zayn included, I guess you could say that. My skin was damp and on the verge of becoming sticky, I looked down at my arm and ran a gentle finger down my wrist.
My body was numb for so long that I forgot what a decent touch even felt like, I am still prone of not feeling a thing. I was literally a zombie, the dramatic puffiness underneath my bottom lashes flaunted them. It had gotten so bad that Erica couldn't keep her mouth shut, and she held out from saying a lot of things. But I guess my exhaustion was highly annoying to her, she had snuck into my room and placing a cooling rag on my face.
It helped a bit with swelling but it was stuck on my face, along with the newfound puffiness in my cheeks. My body was changing miraculously, after everything I had to push myself to stay on bed rest, and it was a miracle that I'm still pregnant.
A lot of the stress I'm undergoing, I'm surprised I wasn't still forbidden leaving the bed, let along the house. I didn't even wanna see the outside, I shouldn't have been granted that access. But here I was, a week later while my belly had been officially trying to poke through my clothing, the soft bump bigger overnight.
My body rested against the couch as Erica had laid across from me, while I spoke about the stuff I had felt for the past few days. After last night and my break down while holding onto Brooks, I figured it was time to call my best friend and get some insight from her. I was a little nervous to see what she though about me going off the grid, but it didn't really bother her at all than I thought.
It felt good to know that she had understood my position, and needed a lot of time for to cope with everything. But it still didn't hurt any less at all, the both of sat there and cried until our bodies couldn't produce anymore water to actually be able to create water for it to come out.
