RAYA
After an hour of sluggishly rearranging and cleaning every part of Janna's bedroom, I was way more exhausted than I'd usually be after this kind of work. Cleaning one bedroom wasn't even a quarter of the amount of work I did daily. But for some reason, I was hurting all over today. My chest felt heavier than before and it became increasingly difficult to concentrate.
The whole time I'd been cleaning, Janna had been yelling at me on the top of her voice. Only that this time, it wasn't out of spite. I was so out of sorts that I barely knew what I was doing. I kept on mistaking items, and sometimes I wouldn't even realize Janna was calling my name until she walked up and shook me vigorously.
I took all her slaps and punishments wordlessly, knowing that it was my fault this time. I h
