Camilla was not herself anymore.
Yesterday seemed to have took to much toll on her, as the transformation had almost been complete. Though the toll was quite easy to disguise to others, the mental restraint from doing so was much worse than the actual side effect. It was a wonder that her mind could still hold on to reality at that point.
Camilla crawled her way to her bed, though not finding enough strength to get up on it. She decided that she’d be better of on the floor.
She begins to recall all the times she’s broken down in this exact spot, every single night since Ivory had left her on her own. Of course, her symptoms had gotten much worse over time—what was happening once every night began to happen every single waking second she had.
The blue eyed girl glan
