~ Natasha.
To many, sorrow was a feeling of sadness that lasted only for a while. To others, they never even get to know it in a lifetime. But as Natasha Rayes, Sorrow was my life, almost like a last name. Like a shadow that followed me everywhere I went.
"Five hundred and twenty-six."
My dry throat cracked, following the dripping sound of rain drops from the leaking roof.
I had counted 2 thousand laps since the downpour stopped. Drip. Drop, It sang in a rhythm, as though to compensate for how drenched it made me.
It had been a long night of roars and rumbling from the clouds. As if two heavenly beings were in a clash over something precious. While the heavens fought, there was me down here, under a broken cell roof, bearing it all. The long hours of terror and pain. Teeth teeteri
