~Nyla’s POV~
I turn on the bed again, then again, unable to stay in one position, anger burning heavily in my chest. I pull the duvet over myself, dragging it up until it covers my face, shutting everything out, hoping it will be enough to quiet my mind.
But it isn’t, sleep doesn’t come. It never does when my mind isn't at peace.
My thoughts shift to her, to my mum.
I see it like it’s happening right in front of me again. The way she fought, not backing down even when they surrounded her. She knew she wouldn't survive it, yet she still stood there, fighting.
My fingers grip the duvet tighter.
She fought until there was almost nothing left in her, until all her strength finally failed her. Only then did they manage to drag her away, pulling her across the ground and throwing her right
