Chapter 12 - Unstoppable Vibrations
- Media, Ancient Northwestern Iran
- House of Raguel
- Sarah
- Tick tock. Tick tock.
- It was already nine in the evening. Damp was my pillow owing to the stream of tears I released since I shut myself inside my room this afternoon. My eyes swelled like a tomato. My throat felt so dry. My chest weighed like it was being loaded with heavy stone boulders.
- Every strike of the clock hand inched me forward towards my goal: death. Yes, I had decided to kill myself.