~Sienna~

My heart thuds, my tongue tastes bitter and I feel empty in my own skin.

It’s like my soul has left my body, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell.

I stare at the white ceiling above me like it holds some secret cure for this strange, lingering ache in my chest.

The soft bed covers wrap around me, warming my skin, but my inside feels cold.

I feel so fucking hallow, like a puppet without a will.

Two hours, In two fucking hours, we’ll be on the plane, returning to ...