Clarissa

Flashback

My blood was dried, and I was intimidated by the shroud of fear. I thought it was the end of my existence because what I could see every day could make my heart stop beating.

I was left in an oasis of shame, frustration, and tension. I was seethed in pain, and the groaning in my heart could be felt from the farthest south.

I was in the small white room, bored and alone. The room was a small, windowed space with walls, floor, and ceiling all painted a brilliant stern white.

The only furniture was a narrow, metal-framed bed with a thin, worn mattress and a small,...