Fuck. There was no point honestly.

There was no fucking point in even checking the time again.

No point in grabbing my phone again or pretending I’d sleep. Sleep was a lie. A cruel fucking fantasy I kept telling myself while my body throbbed, my cunt ached, and my skin burned like someone had set fire to it from the inside.

My limbs wouldn’t stay still.

My legs twitched.

My feet kept flexing.

My fingers? Still tingling.

Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see ...