(Emma)
I sat on the bed, staring at the wall, my mind numb. The silence felt heavy, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn't lift. Maybe I didn’t want to. Maybe it was easier to let it crush me, to let it bury me beneath everything I didn’t want to face.
I was so tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of fighting. Tired of existing in a world that didn’t want me.
I thought about all the times I had been alone, trapped in my own mind, craving an escape. I used to think about death like it was a friend. Like it was waiting for me, whispering in the back of my mind when the nights stretched too long, and the pain felt too much. I had wanted it. I had begged for it in the silence. I had looked for ways to make it easier, to let go of everything and just disappear.
But I never did.
I always
