Everything was destined.

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Chapter 43: Everything was destined.

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Two days after the first seizure, Althea learns that not being able to sleep even when exhausted is much better than having to run to the toilet every three minutes to vomit. She hasn’t eaten anything in days, as it only results in her puking it anyways. She is already used to not having any food but she isn’t sure she can be so happy about not being able to keep any liquids down either.

Now, Althea lies on her back, crying and shivering as her head spins. She isn’t sure when was the last time she drank water but her mouth is impossibly dry, so much so, her tongue bleeds here and there because of the cracks in her skin.

Desperate to feel something else, anything else, Althea grabs the dagger from the bedside table, and presses the blade against her skin. She makes one cut after the other, her hands so weak the blade shakes back and forth, digging deeper than intended.

She focuses on the pain she can control, finally feelin