Dear Death,
I can't breathe. My hands are shaking. I am sweating more than I do in gym class. I can't think straight. The world looks fuzzy. I hear all these voices, screaming in my ears. I think my sanity is slowly flying out of my body. I try to calm down, but I can't. I stumble around the house, my hands as the guide. My feet recognise the cold feeling of tiles. I splash the cold substance known to man as water, covering the area of my face. I try to hum to shut up the voices, but I was to quiet. Help me.
Until the next letter,
최 영재.
