She sat quietly in her room, wrapping her stomach where her old wound had re-opened again. It never seemed to heal and a scar was sure to follow and every time she fought it felt like it had been made again. the pain just as intense as the first time. As the thought came, her fingers tensed and her heart flared angrily at herself, her weakness. She pulled the fabric tight as she wound it around and then pulled it hard. She let out a small choking sound as the wind got knocked out of her. She looked at herself in the mirror in shock before falling backwards onto her bed. She stretched out, causing the dressing on her wound to unwind. She sighed staring at the ceiling, feeling helpless.