Sierra's POV (Right before the accident)
Pain laces my heart. I don't want to feel this weak. Vulnerable. Useless. But when someone makes you think those things, hurting or not, it sticks. The pain and humiliation stick and I have a very hard time allowing someone to take that control from me now. I didn't want Nikolai to be one of them. To be a creator or torment toward me but here I am. Naive and alone.
Even after I started talking to him, opening up - more than what I have done in over a decade with anyone - I could feel the burning sensation behind my eyes. I feel the sting of Nikolai's rejection, even though I wasn't physically rejected. The thought he must have put into that sentence makes me think that blow's all too well.
I wanted to protest. Stomp my foot like a child not gett
