The night after I was set free from my captors was the worst night of my life. The night after I watched my fiance die. The night after I got my canary cry. I thought the torture was over. It was just beginning.
I awoke to a sharp pain coursing through my stomach. At first I thought nothing of it, it was just hunger. Still clenching my stomach I sat up. A wave of nausea washed over me. I hurtled to the bathroom, just making it to the toilet to fling my head over it and throw up. About five minutes later I heard a knock on my apartment door. "It's open!!" I managed to say before another wave of nausea hit me.