Rage. Hatred. Paranoia. Bitterness. They all simmered deep inside, catching my breath every second of the day, haunting my nightmares every single night, and tormenting my soul with every beat of my heart. The mirror held a new me, a me I wasn’t sure I recognised, even under the scars and the desecrated skin. The natural shine to my grey eyes had gone, the once wide smile now unachievable and unwarranted. My body was a mass of mutilated sinew and muscle, muscle that no longer worked properly. My legs and arms were a bulk of weak bones. And my heart was a gathering place for all the loathing and resentment. Life. Death. In-between. Life had been a sequence of struggles, adventures, and then love. Now none of those things remained. Only hatred and rage fuelled the thick substance that ran through my veins. Death was tempting. Only it could cease the hot indignation that plagued me, only death could ease the constant pain that hounded me. And then came the in-between. The now. My life as it was now.
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