Exist, Survive, Endure
I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't need to see the place—I knew every sad, grey corner of it by heart. I locked the door behind me, then checked it. Twice. Three times. Because that's what you do when a monster has had his hands on you. You make sure the locks work. You make sure nothing can follow you home. Even though the monster doesn't need a key. Even though he lives in your head now, and he'll rent space there for free, the bastard. The apartment was dark. The way good apartments are dark—intentionally, comfortably. Except tonight, the darkness wasn't comfortable. It was just dark. It was just the absence of light, and I was just the absence of everything I used to be. I sat on the floor—my beautiful, correctly-textured floor, the one thing the landlord hadn't f****d up—and I pre
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