"Come here, girl, let me help you," Gwen said. Her voice was soft, a gentle sound that somehow cut through the roaring pain in my head, a pain so loud it drowned out everything else, this was unlike her. She never liked me the first time she set her eyes on me.
I heard her bend down, the quiet rustle of her clothes, and then felt her hands. They were surprisingly warm and careful, touching my arms. They were trying to lift me up from the cold, hard floor where I lay. My body felt like a broken thing, every single part of me screaming. My legs felt like jelly, useless and heavy, just refusing to listen to my brain.
I couldn't get a grip on myself, couldn't find even a tiny bit of strength anywhere inside me. As she pulled, I tried to stand, to push myself up, but my legs just buckled ag
