CHAPTER 43
Helplessness is such a rotten feeling. There's nothing you can do
about it. Being helpless is like being paralyzed. It's a sickness, the
Cure calls for a monumental effort to stand up and start walking
somewhere, anywhere. But for Amyla it wasn't possible anymore.
And at midnight you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep, you take a book to read, you take a pen and a paper to write, you cling to some music that might just make you fall asleep, yet nothing helps, another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon....
The same was the case with Amyla as she sat on the floor near her bed, staring blankly at space. There wasn't anything that she could do, it had been a
