I wake up with fright as I panic, struggling to breathe for a moment. I see myself in my room, just as it was before. I reach for my neck, finding nothing but flesh. I let out a sigh as I was able to calm down but not before sobbing once more. I turn to my dresser and stare at the drawer that hides my knife. I turn away and curl back up on my bed, crying myself to sleep.
Nobody will ever understand what I'm going through... but I still have to keep going through this Tartarus...