I open my eyes and the dim view of my ceiling welcomes my vision.
Blinking, I turn my head with difficulty to the side and see from my window that it was still dark out.
I don't know how long I was asleep but I feel wretched.
Like, one moment, I feel so cold that I'm shivering and I have to pull the blankets over me. And then the next thing, it feels so hot and stuffy that I have to kick the blankets away again.
This...this could only mean one thing.
I'm sick and I have a fever.
I can't recall getting sick since I was a little girl before Mother died. Even with the constant beating from Father, I made sure that I won't get sick, leaving me vulnerable to whatever nefarious ploys Father has been churning in his head.
I wonder how I became sick with a fever like this? Also, what happen
