Grace
How long had I been here?
Time had stopped making sense.
Nothing made sense at this point anymore. Between the screaming, the suffocating silence and the tears…. I don’t even know.
I don’t even know how many times that I have passed out at this point…
Was I lucid, was I not? I did not even know.
All I knew that whenever I opened my eyes, it felt like waking into a worse version of the same nightmare.
I couldn’t tell what was real anymore.
Was I thinking clearly? Was any of this actually happening, or had my mind finally broken under the weight of it all? The questions circled endlessly, feeding on themselves until I couldn’t separate one thought from the next.
I tried to focus on something simple. Something solid.
My hands.
That’s right. I could feel them. I think. My fin
