ѕнαякк!! :
[I’m clutching my side, the sharp sting spreading like wildfire. My breath catches, eyes wide, as the weight of what just happened sinks in.]
Did they really just stab me? And not just that they twisted the knife, slow and deliberate, like they wanted me to feel every inch of it.
But then… they did the unthinkable. They poured sanitizer on the wound. Cold, burning, relentless. Like rubbing salt into an open memory I thought was long gone.
The pain isn’t just physical it’s raw, emotional, and searing in a way I didn’t know I could survive.
I want to scream, to lash out, to run. But I can’t. Because beneath the agony, beneath the shock… there’s a twisted kind of truth. A brutal, painful clarity that maybe just maybe I needed this reckoning.
Tears blur my vision as I realize: sometimes healing hurts more than the injury itself.
And now, all I can do is stand here broken, burning, but somehow still standing.
2025-07-20 20:01:03