16: Questions

Anyra

My head throbs against the pillow, my stomach rolling as I stare at the stained ceiling. Tears dry on my cheeks, their saltiness touching my lips. A knock sounds at my door, and Jenna walks through, her bright eyes filled with concern.

“How are you?” she asks.

I don’t respond. Instead, I roll over on my bed and face the wall, my back to her. She walks to the bed and sits, placing a friendly hand on my ankle. I feel energy ...