Chapter Eight

With great effort, I slowly rise from the bed, feeling the weight of the physical toll my body has endured. Every movement is accompanied by a sharp pang of agony, but I push through it, determined to make my way towards the bathroom. It is there that I hope to find solace in a warm shower and the new clothes that my grandmother had thoughtfully purchased for me. As I gingerly step into the shower, the realization hits me that it has been an indeterminable amount of time since I last experienced the soothing sensation of warm water cascading over my weary form.

Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, I find myself unable to contain my sorrow. Tears mix with the comforting droplets, creating a bittersweet symphony of release. Gradually, as my sobs subside, I gather the strength to attempt washing my hair. However, the simple act proves to be a painful reminder of the toll my body has taken. Excruciating pain shoots through me, forcing me to cry out in anguish. In that moment of despair, th