ZARYA ROGOV
There was a limit to every endurance, and I have gone past all the limits fate could throw at me.
What worse was left?
At this point, the word death didn't feel so foreign. It felt like my Satan was continuously whispering it in my ears to soothe my restless soul.
The morning light streamed through the curtains.
I have been awake, and I have been staring at the ceiling of my room ever since. The silence felt deafening. It was eating me out. I don't know how long I have been awake, but I know that throughout this whole time, no one has entered through that door.
I have to interpret my own fall.
What happened to me? I felt like I was dying with all the blood dripping down my nose and coming up in my mouth. I remember it drenching my clothes, I remember feeling my thumpin
