Hours later, I wake up writhing in pain, willing for my life to end. A fresh new migraine can be felt forming at the base of my neck, pushing on the backs of my eyes.
Spasmodic waves of tortururois pain shoot through my pelvic area. Normally, this familiar sensation brings me to tears, but tonight it does something different. It fills me with rage.
Hot, seering, desperate rage.
The kind of desperate rage that you can put to use.
It's there, in the dark, that I begin searching for answers.
