Chandria’s POV"Please... open the door. I'm begging you!" My voice trembled as I knocked again, pressing my palm against the cold surface. "I’m sorry for what I said. I swear, it won’t happen again. Ever!"I kept shouting those same words over and over. But the silence on the other side of the door was deafening. It had been hours now. My throat burned, my hands were sore from pounding on the wood. I could barely stand. My legs were shaking beneath me, my body cold and drained.Still, I refused to cry.“Please,” I choked out. “If you don’t open this door... I swear I’m going to kill myself!” I screamed the last part, my voice breaking.No footsteps. No response. Just silence.That was when everything inside me gave out. I collapsed to the floor, my back against the wall, my knees pulled to my chest. I felt numb. I didn’t know what I was waiting for anymore. I just knew I couldn’t take this much longer. My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to breathe steadily, whispering to myself, “Calm
Last Updated : 2025-06-12
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