~Gabby’s POV~
The ceiling was the only thing I had been watching for the last couple of days. People had come up with food and drinks and then came back later to take back the full trays. It wasn't that I couldn't eat, it was that i couldn't move. Not a single muscle in my body was functioning as it had used to.
Maybe they did but I just didn't want them to.
I used to have a lust for life, a sense of wonder and curiosity but that was all gone. The one thing that had kept me alive through all of the pain and abuse I had went through, it was gone.
And i didn’t know how to live without it anymore…I didn’t know if I wanted to live anymore.
The door opened up and a little light seeped through the c***k of the door from the lamp in the hallway.
I felt the bed dip do
