Feeling terrible

The moment Coal walked out of the room, the small smile I had put on my face disappeared. I wasn’t fine at all.

Right now, I wanted to stretch, take a run, run in the wild so I can clear my mind, but somehow I knew it wasn’t possible. No one would allow me, they all wanted me to have some rest.

I was kinda fine with it because I had a lot to think about.

There are some things that were making a better sense now, some things that I didn't see before, that I didn't understand before. The dots are connecting, but I don't know where I stand yet.

Every time I recall my dead mother, my mind keeps imaging the worst, expecting the worst. I resist, or try too. But I'm scared. I had a feeling that something bad is soon going to happen. My lips trembled with every breath I took. Even after taking a hot bath, it currently felt like I was freezing to death. The hair on my skin wasn't settling down, neither the panic in my chest as I walked around my room.

Finally I took a look out the window. Sno