Arel had no idea how long he had been lying there. The darkness of his room had become his only companion, as if the silence itself had swallowed him whole. His mind was a blur, constantly racing, spinning with thoughts he couldn't control. The weight of everything, the love, the hatred, the unanswered pleas—he couldn't bear it anymore.
His head throbbed as if a thousand voices were shouting at him, but none of them were real. His fingers clenched the bedsheet, trying to hold onto something, anything. But everything felt like it was slipping away, like he was falling deeper into a void with no escape.
"Why... why won't you answer me?" Arel whispered, his voice barely a breath. His thoughts were scattered, too fragmented to form any coherent sentence. He was no longer sure if he was awake or trapped in some endless nightmare.
He closed his eyes, but that made it worse. Every time he blinked, images flashed before his eyes—visions of faces he didn't recognize, of a world twisted and distorted. He could hear whispers, voices, but they weren't from the world around him. They came from within, echoing in his mind, tearing at the edges of his sanity.
Suddenly, he felt it. The pressure. A weight that wasn't physical but mental, emotional. He was drowning in it, sinking into a sea of thoughts that had no shore. His breath quickened, his chest tightening as panic began to set in.
Arel shot up, his heart racing. He looked around the room, but everything seemed so distant, so unreal. It felt like he was floating, like the very fabric of reality had begun to unravel around him. He reached for his head, his temples pulsing with pain. "Please… make it stop."
But it didn't stop. The noise, the chaos in his mind, only grew louder. And in that moment, he realized—he was losing himself. His mind was breaking. He could feel it, cracking under the weight of everything. His love for God, his hatred, the loneliness, the silence... it was too much.
The room spun, and Arel felt his body tremble. The tears he had held back now flowed freely, but they didn't bring relief. Nothing could stop the spiral he was falling into. His soul screamed, but there was no one to hear it. There was only silence, suffocating him once more.