She was right.
I was extremely selfish.
And now, I was broken too.
Their voices morphed into the monsters that had been chasing me in my dreams, and out of them.
And the hollowness inside me deepened till I was no longer human.
All I could hear now was the sound of my keyboard.
It drew me inside it,
kept me a prisoner of words and thoughts that I had once carefully typed out.
Life seemed so pointless. And I knew I would get nowhere in it.
I held the letter ‘I’ to my throat because it was the sharpest.
A stream of red began to flow, tainting my porcelain skin.
They all gathered. To watch, and to judge.
The light shined too bright. I could not see anymore, so I tried to think.
But, my brain was too busy shivering in my skull.
My heart could only pump cold blood.
It seemed I was made of paper.
I ripped easily.
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