Nine months, that's how long I've been trapped in this hellish nightmare.
I am Kathryn Ryver and I am trapped in a never ending cycle of death... I've witnessed my death in millions of horrifying ways...
Stabbed with a 1000° knife, Hanged with a wire, whipped with chains. Yeah... The only things that don't change is my expression, my background.
And the man in the room... That man with the twisted smile... A face like roadkill, his body looked like it was scorched by the sun. And his eyes... Those dull, cold, and lifeless eyes. Never will I forget them... They have been an invision in my mind for far too long...
I've talked to preachers, psychiatrist, and detectives... They say its a nightmare and that its not real... But then, why do I feel like I got hit by a flaming cargo truck?
Maybe this man is me, my depression, my anxiety, my pain, what I will become.
Or perhaps what I already am.
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