Chapter 9: LostThe descent into psychosis was absolute, with voices yelling at me constantly – hundreds of them, thousands; speaking at once, overwhelming my tortured mind.
I endured a constant sensation of ants crawling beneath my skin, burning, biting, and stinging endlessly.
I was hot, burning up with a fever out of control, my body reduced to a shaking wreck. Agonizing cramps twisted my gut and I screamed uncontrollably, as pain swamped every nerve.
Shadowy figures moved around in my peripheral consciousness, laying cold compresses against my skin, heat pads against constricting muscles. I couldn't speak, couldn't verbalize the agony which trapped me within its grasp.
The people I'd thought were my enemies, were the ones doing their utmost to help me. Their faces wavered in and out
