Demoniac • Dean Ambrose

prologue.

" It doesn't matter what I do. " She continued as she ran her fingers through her hair roughly and repeatedly.

" Or what I choose. " She breathed out inaudibly.

" I am what's wrong. " She stated then began to tear at her hair trying to stop the voices from in her head.

" A-And there is nothing I can do about it. " She screamed then began rocking back and forth while hugging her knees.

" If I'm not hurting myself, I'm hurting everyone around me. " She cried out as her breath hitched unsteadily.

" I-I am.. I am broken. " She croaked.

He wrapped her bare body in his arms. " No you're not .. " He spoke just above a whisper.

" I am. "