I had another nightmare that night and the following nights. I've been living in the palace for two weeks now, and each night, I always had a nightmare about Zephyr either beating me up and killing me or raping me. This gradually plunged me into insomnia and then depression. I couldn't eat properly, and I grew scared of sleeping. Tara tried to talk me out of it, but she couldn't. It was apparent that she was also scared too.
Elsie noticed my sudden withdrawal, and she tried to find out what the problem was, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I knew telling someone would help bring me some relief, but I still felt scared; I didn't want to recall what he did to me so many days ago.
Ana hadn't been feeling well, so she didn't find out about my withdrawal, and it was better she didn't know. I really didn't want to add to her problems.
Emily also tried to help, but I just pushed her away and stopped communicating with her. Kayden gradually became a pain because he was trying to look for ways to cheer me up, but it wasn't working. I remained sober, lonely, and scared.
All my courage began abandoning me because Zephyr's words were the only thing that echoed in my ears, and I felt like I was going mad.
Morning had arrived, and I hadn't slept a wink. My eyes were bloodshot and had heavy eye bags under them.
I picked myself up from the bed and slowly walked to the bathroom. I had become very thin, and my body was tired from the lack of food and sleep.
I picked out a long dress and headed for the bathroom. I was about to take off my dress when I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. Zephyr was right; I was ugly and worthless. I looked completely terrible; my eyes were bloodshot, my skin was overly pale, I had eye bags under my eyes, my lips were dry and cracked, my cheeks had lost their color, and my hair was so rough and tangled. I looked like a mad person.