Chapter 105 Hate Me

• Allison
• I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My eyes fixed on the fan, its blades spinning lazily. I felt numb, empty, and disconnected from the world. "You will look really nice with a rope tied on you," I muttered to the fan, my voice barely above a whisper.
• My mind was unraveling, consumed by the darkness that had haunted me for so long. I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, slipping into the abyss of depression and despair.