The room was eerily silent.
It wasn't the calm, or easy silence. It wasn't even a thoughtful silence deepened by musings. This was different. The silence in the room pressed down on Neveah on all sides.It was heavy…suffocating. Every inhaled breath ached deeply, like she wasn't breathing in air but shards of broken glass that left bleeding cuts down the length of her airway.
It hurt. Terribly.
But she was used to it now. Pain. It was the one thing she knew best.
Neveah wasn't certain how long passed by before she garnered the will to sit up on her bed again. She tried moving her upper body to a sitting position, but the wounds around her midriff burned, her muscles screamed in protest and her limbs felt like they weighed a ton. It wasn't long before she gave up, exhaling a heavy breath as she sunk back into the sheets.
They felt coarse and unwelcoming, like grains of sand beneath her. A constant reminder that even now, just as it was before, this wasn't home. It could never be.
