A wire wrapped tightly to my spine, I lay on the bed, straight as a line. Because I couldn't move, as it gave me pain, and my mind told me to stand up, but I knew it would all be in vain. The clothes on my flesh felt heavy as chains, and to get rid of this pain, I tried my best to strain. One, two, three, and four how many they were, the crows outside the window, I knew, were spitting slurs. I thought it'd all get out of control, and then my mother gave me paracetamol.