Sera stumbled along the streets, tears welling in her eyes.
She clenched one hand so hard, blood began flowing from the wounds her nails made, while the other was its perfect contrast. Her right hand gently stroked her belly, where something small and beautiful was growing.
The pain she felt in her heart, and the joy she felt in her mind, made her nauseous.
She continued stumbling until she couldn't hold it anymore. She entered a small, filthy alley and began violently vomiting.
Her stomach was empty, so only acid came out of her. Its familiar burning sensation caused physical pain along her throat's lining.
It seemed pain was her constant companion. Something she could never escape.
In this time of mental crisis and confusion, the familiar sensation of being hurt settled everything in Sera's mind. The pain brought calmness with it, just like it did whenever Harold tortured her.
