Thank You

The darkness heightened my fear as time passed. I cowered in the corner, all the bad memories collapsing and nearly overwhelming my nerves.

I couldn't take it anymore, but I didn't want to die here.

The smell of blood mixed with a faint floral scent, which was my pheromone, filled the air.

Alvin once described it as gaudy and vulgar, as a rotten rose crushed in the rain.

I'd never despised rose so much.

I'm not sure how long it took, but I gradually lost consciousness.

A light appeared at the end of my vision at the end of my memory. Someone broke through the darkness and approached me, whispering my name.

Is it a guardian angel? Will it deliver me to heaven...

The angle was extremely gentle. He held me tightly as if he was afraid of breaking me.

I wanted to tell him, "It's all right, I'm dead." Dead people do not feel pain.

But I couldn't say anything.

I wasn't dead.

I was still in pain.

Despite my muzziness, something tore through my flesh and made me want to roll around in pain. Th