Cirilla's point of view
My heart was drowning with so many emotions. Rage, hate, and pain. It was deeply rooted in my chest, spreading mercilessly to my bones. I couldn't stop the hot tears that kept rolling down my eyes as I tossed all my belongings on my table carelessly into my bag that was open on the bed.
I head to the small wardrobe at the corner of the room, grabbing the little clothes of mine standing on the hangers while ignoring the sharp piercing in my soul. I tossed them carelessly into the bag, moving to the edge of the bed where I perched down. I pulled my hands to my tear-stained face, burying my pain and frustration in them.
Yes, I was packing. I was planning on leaving, more like running away from this hellhole. But I doubt if it could be termed running away. I will be
