“If someone is out there. God. Satan. Anyone, who can hear me. Save me. Save me from myself”, she looked up to the sky and screamed her heart out and dropped to her knees pleading.
A voice replied,
“Silly child, you’re a writer. Writers are liars in a world so real and what they are, is terribly false. Insanity is in your blood and it will make you suffer more than your poor bones can handle, more than your fragile heart can take”
And the suffering continued in search of a lost soul.