Layla’s pov
Slumped on the damp bathroom floor, I cried into my arms, my breath were touted by my arms, and my nose closed with mucus, my back hurts and the trickling sound of water from the faucet seemed higher now than my bellowing voice.
I had no idea how long I cried, but I was certain I started there for long, my knees were stiff, and my head felt heavy as the aching feeling of migraine surged through my mind, mentally and emotionally deranged. I cried even more till there was nothing left to spill.
The dampness of my clothes spiked the terror arms of cold, and soon I found myself fidgeting, and unmotivated, but I wasn’t planning on staying there forever.
I stood to my feet cleaning my eyes of the reality then walked into the room, totally derange, too apathetic to pull the dri
