RAIN
All I feel is pain.
My whole body feels like it's being poked by a thousand needles continuously. My skull feels like it's about to crack open.
I try to open my eyes but they feel too heavy and all I can do is groan.
I hate this part.
"Hey baby, I am here."
That voice. I love hearing that voice. I also love his touch and the way he holds me so gently like I am precious, like he is afraid I might be swept away.
"I am right here my love. We are almost there."
Where are we going? When Liam makes it known to my fucked up brain that we are moving that's when I feel that I am indeed in motion. We must be in a car or something because I am lying on something hard but cushioned by soft blankets and pillows.
"Pain," I whisper, as I curl my body up, willing for it to pass and leave me be. I hate how I feel right now. I don't feel connected to my body and this pain is reminding me why I hate everything about me.