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Ava's POV
Well, instead of feeling a bit of relief after the nurse gave me medication and even dressed up my wound, I began to feel a lot worst.
I could still hear that voice in my head getting louder and louder and I can't seem to shut it out. I mean, not even if I try because believe me I have but it just get worst.
My life was becoming a? living nightmare and I can't do anything to help myself. Apparently, not even the doctor or the medication I have been given was making me feel better.
I thought about turning on my phone to maybe call my mom to come get me but couldn't summon enough courage to do it, instead I just lay here and cried like a little girl feeling sorry for herself.
I just couldn't afford to let my parent see me whining like this. How would that make
