**Suspiria POV**
I never thought that the things can be this dangerous and is hard to digest. My Life has been a ride on Hard Thorns, every step a new agony, every breath a reminder of the blood and filth I am forced to wear. My Life is full of pain and tears, a currency I have in abundance. Never have I ever felt the need to Live. From the moment Xander fell, my existence has been a slow, agonizing death. I felt like Killing myself. I have prayed for it, begged for it, tried to will my heart to stop in the dead of night. But my bad, I can't. There is some kind of Power stopping me from Dying. It’s a cruel joke, a cosmic prison where the bars are made of my own indestructible flesh.
Whatever it is, I don't want to Live. I don't deserve this Kind of pain. I have replayed my life a thousan
