*Eliza*
I opened my eyes and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Sitting up, I pounded on my chest, heaving and hyperventilating. My stomach twisted and tears stung my eyes. In my chest, my heart trembled and I felt like it would shatter into a million pieces.
This was what it felt like to be rejected….
“Eliza….” My mother’s voice came from the side of the bed. I looked over to see her offering me a cup of water to drink.
I gulped it down and looked to the window to see that the sun was setting.
“What day is it?” I croaked.
“It’s still your birthday… apparently curse day,” she said tersely.
My eyes drifted to her, and I could see the flood of a thousand questions wash over her face.
“Why didn’t you tell us what was really going on?” she asked.
“There was nothing you could have done,” I answered hoarsely.