Chapter 93

It started with the throwing up.

Rosabel hadn't even fully eaten that morning but what she did matter because it came right back up. She hated throwing up, mostly because she was the type of person who once she started couldn't seem to stop. This was not an exception.

Her stomach was empty instead of full when lunchtime came around. She could feel her organs clenching tighter, pushing whatever food was left out, even the water she had tried to drink. When She had finally calmed down, she was shaking with cold sweat, for some reason lying in the bed made it worse since the usually soft texture of the silk and cotton seemed like sandpaper to her skin, so She sat down on the cold ground.

She put her head in between her knees hoping to feel better.

At least your humour was still intact.

Then came the voice.

She was back.

And she seemed so loud.

Her voice rang too loud and too clear in her head.

Missed me?

Mini purred.

Rose squeezed her eyes shut tightly, it wanting to hear her