THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE
I'm a mess, a broken, pathetic mess.
But I'm still alive.
And that's enough. For now.
I have to keep going. I have to find a way to pull myself out of this darkness.
I have to keep fighting.
The world tilts, and I stumble, catching myself on the edge of the sink. My head throbs, a relentless drumbeat that threatens to shatter my skull. I need to get out of here.
I manage to make it back to the bed, collapsing onto the worn mattress. I close my eyes, seeking a moment of respite, but the darkness offers no escape.
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