A room.
Big?
Small?
There's pitch dark water around me with waves fluttering by.
There's pinching and prodding at my chest, my stomach.
I feel deep blood and water from my lungs. Pouring.
I can't watch myself die, and nobody is here to save me.
I know exactly who's done this.
I hear the strings of a voice ring through my ears and cut deeper.
Deeper than the surrounding teeth ever could.
Empty promises.
The thought of them being fulfilled, with someone else.
Why not me?
why...
not
me?
