Some wounds never bleed, they just rot, and stay.

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Lily’s POV

A soft knock echoed through the thick silence of the room.

"Lily, are you in there?" The voice was muffled and distant, barely slipping through the metal door.

I stirred, groggy, my limbs tangled in the sheets. A dull ache sat heavy in my body as I blinked against the dim light bleeding through the curtains. I reached for my phone, fingers fumbling.

Another knock, firmer now. "Lily,?"

My heart stumbled. The screen glared back at me: 6:56 p.m.

What the hell?

I shot upright, adrenaline chasing away the fog. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. I didn't...