Yssa’s Point of View
“Ouch!” I couldn’t help to shriek as the tip of the needle pricked my finger, which instantly triggers some blood to ooze. Yet again, something sharp hits my head. Ugh! It just added the pain I’m feeling.
My hand automatically reached for my head to calm it a bit as I drop the white satin dress I am sewing to search for the painkillers prescribed by my doctor inside my bag. As soon as I find it, I immediately take it in accompanied with water. Gosh! How much I hated this feeling of as if my skull is being split into two as series of blur images passed in a speed of light. It’s so chaotic and unorganized that I couldn’t seem to take a grasp on what it really was.
My mom and dad, and even my bestfriend Ali, explained to me about the alleged car accident I went throu
