Thirty-Eight

Iris

I struggled to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt heavy and my vision was uncoordinated. When I finally managed to pry them open, the world around me was hazy.

Confused, I closed my eyes again, trying to clear the fog from my mind. I opened them a second time and my vision was clearer, but I realized that something was amiss.

I tried to sit up, but I felt a pain shooting through my back, making me gasp. I reached around and felt a thick layer of sterile dressing covering my skin.

Then memories from that horror came flooding back: the scorching acid pouring down my back, the pain that seemed never-ending.

Damn it, I couldn't believe that this wasn't just some nightmare in my head - it was all too real. My back would never be the same again, all because of some jealous psycho's twisted actions.

My heart broke miserably, and I swallowed hard. Whoever was behind this was heartless, and all for what? Adonis, who would never choose them anyway?

They had no shame. It sounded disgusting