Allison

I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My eyes fixed on the fan, its blades spinning lazily. I felt numb, empty, and disconnected from the world. "You will look really nice with a rope tied on you," I muttered to the fan, my voice barely above a whisper.

My mind was unraveling, consumed by the darkness that had haunted me for so long. I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, slipping into the abyss of depression and despair.

The door opened, but I didn't flinch. I didn't care. I was too far gone, lost in my own private hell.

"Allison?" a voice whispered,...