I didn't want to feel anything so I switched off my mind. The urge to flee, to escape the relentless onslaught of stressful events, surged within me like a tumultuous wave, threatening to engulf the fragile sanctuary of my sanity. There was an innate impulse, a primal instinct for self-preservation, that whispered fervently in my ear, urging me to seek solace in the embrace of solitude, to shield myself from the looming shadows of fear and uncertainty. The incident that had transpired, the sinister encounter that had left me bruised and battered, could not be undone. It lingered within the recesses of my consciousness, an indelible mark etched into the fabric of my existence, a reminder of the precariousness of life and the darkness that lurked within the depths of human depravity. There w
