Chapter Music – Prelude in E minor Opus 28 Number 4 - Frederic Chopin
I felt my body waste away like an open wound. Unattended. Untreated. Spoiling. Forgotten. Combine all the words synonymous to pain and multiply them tenfold, then you would know how exhausted, sore, and miserable I felt as I lurched like a crab that had lost some of its legs.
My eyes burned behind the lids. They felt so heavy they could barely open. It was like they had been stitched and stapled shut against my eyes. I thirsted … my whole body thirsted. I swallowed hard, and it did nothing but drive rusty spikes down my throat. I was at the height of discomfort.
‘You’ve been here. Why would you come back?’ ‘You’ve been here. Why would you come back?’ ‘You wanna die?’ ‘You wanna die?’ ‘You wanna die?’ ‘You wanna die?’
