The color had all faded from the world, the flavors of food turned to sawdust. Every night was filled with the most horrible kind of nightmares, and I found myself in a position where I hated sleep and avoided it, but then the nightmares came to my waking mind. I felt like the best part of me had been savagely ripped out, and all that was left was a black pit that threatened to suck my entire being down, as I struggled with vertigo. Grief gave me this heavy feeling that was like the weight of the world was resting on my shoulders and there was nothing I could do to get out from under it. The awful hollowness, the waves of wretchedness threatened to engulf my mind, body, and soul. It wouldn't take long for it to achieve it.
The cuts were quickly healing, and it bothered me to no end. There
