Migranes

Pain, the worst I've ever felt. Light creeps its way in, deep into me, and makes every nerve scream for relief. Even the darkest shield is no match for its forceful hands, clawing their way into my eyes. A single sound has me wrenching in horrid agony as a vise slowly closes onto my brain. "will this never end?" All i want is silence. Movement, as little as a minute flinch, releases a wave of the worst case of nausea you could imagine, like butterflies with spiked wings. The world spins erratically as i sit and hope the end of this torture is near. For days all I want is to be left alone. If only the knew why i sit in solitude.