Mona's POV
I lay on my small bed, staring at the cracked, peeling white ceiling, struggling to breathe through my swirling thoughts. My mother’s voice echoed in my mind, demanding things I didn’t think I could achieve. Even in the silence, her presence felt heavy, filled with expectations that weighed me down.
I rolled onto my side, each breath growing heavier. The bed felt constricting, and I swung my legs over the edge, miscalculating the distance to the floor. My heart raced as I teetered, almost losing my balance. A rush of panic hit me, but I steadied myself, trembling from the close call.
I muttered a curse, breaking the silence, before trying to gather my scattered thoughts. I reached for my shoes, which were hidden under the bed. I brushed my fingers against the cool wooden floo
