#Chapter159
~I’m in the cave. The moment I entered, I felt the cold taking over and my body going numb. I feel depressed here, like there’s nothing, no hope or dreams, goals or any purpose in life. I feel that there’s nothing for me to do, that I’m insignificant and that If I were dead, it would be better.
I cry, I whimper as I walk down these halls. My flame that I hold in my palm becomes smaller as I tremble. I cry and sob and I can’t seem to be able to stop. I fall to the ground, and I can’t keep my mind straight anymore. I start muttering words I can’t understand. I have become psychotic.
/"I have to stop, no I can’t!/" I talk to myself, fighting.
I grab the wall, trying to stand up even though my legs feel broken and paralyzed. I grind my hand up against the wall mumbling, /"wake up./"
