The pristine white bedsheet was torn into pieces by her, and the wall also bore the painful scratches she left. Even her once long nails had become jagged and uneven because of this time, with traces of blood embedded in the grooves.
It wasn't until over an hour later that Keira Leaf gradually calmed down, that inexplicable sensation slowly dissipating.
Keira Leaf opened her eyes and sat up in the bed, panting heavily, her lips so dry they were cracked, her whole body drenched in sweat as if she had just been pulled from the water.
After drinking two large cups of water, Keira Leaf felt a bit of strength return to her, and she got up from the bed to tidy up the quilt on the ground and clean the torn strips of fabric in the toilet, thinking they could be used to bandage any wounds if needed.
After washing her face, Keira Leaf looked at herself in the mirror and gently shook her head.
