AZALEA'S POV
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There's a numbness that washes over me. It isn't instant, but gradually, like the tide of the ocean rising. It started at the bottom, but now it's reached my chest, weighing me down, enforcing gravity with a hit of a hammer, with the back up of a boulder being pushed onto my entire body. Sitting up feels impossible, and my body aches from how long I've just been laying here, motionless. I feel like an empty vessel that's being filled with dark, icy liquid. It's a mixture of poison and frozen.
"Azalea? It's already noon. Are you alright?" Mom asks, but her voice is distant like watching her through a fogged mirror, her soft, angelic voice a haze.
The silence stretches for miles even though the room isn't that big, and the click of the door opening shatters the silence.
