Nyx's POV
Train after train; I kept moving. I was not going to allow others to have a say over me, a say over my body. This state I lived in couldn't be called a life at all. Sure, I was breathing. But the pain, the lack of interactions, the abuse, it was enough to cover a lifetime. I kept touching the side of my head. There wasn't a need to keep it dressed, but I could tell it called the attention of others on the train. Making another stop after a few hours, I went to the shop at the train station. The shop was well-equipped, carrying assortments of food, magazines, and even clothing. I had my jacket, but to avoid more stares, I grabbed a black beanie and some snacks. I was feeding every five days at the pack, but that was going to change yet again. Plus, it had already been a few days
