The Vitamin

"WINSTON!" Bridget shouted for the head butler.

It's happening again. The headache. The pain! She felt pain! It hurts! It hurts! It freaking hurts!!!

Everyone knows that it is always a pleasure to reminisce, no matter how happy or sad the past was. But for Bridget, every time she tried to remember anything or hark back to the past in her memory lane, she constantly suffered a throbbing pain in her head. And the pain was, what is the perfect word? Indescribable.

The pain was hard to endure.

If anyone had the courtesy to ask, how was she feeling? Or how could Bridget describe her agony? And what is the right word to define pain? The answer is simple. It was like someone, who knows, maybe an evil little fairy or perhaps an invisible critter, was poking her brain with a sharp object, over and over again.

How did this happen?