The pills showed me the truth today, they always did. Pretending that they care about me, it's all bullshit! Laughing at me, my legs, thinking that they are so good, that they are better than me. They showed me how fake Sophie and my doctor were, how they were laughing at me behind their masks when I wasn't looking. They showed me that there was noone and nothing worth living for. I took a couple of extra pills this afternoon, they showed me what I had to do in this. It helped me think clearly, to see things through. They didn't know anything, they only feel the cold touch of their knives! I let it slip through my fingers, out of my grip. They lied to me! They didn't know what it felt like! I thought I could handle my emotions, control them, contain them, prove them all wrong, but I was just too weak. The surgeons told me that everything would be ok, they gave me hope, only to crush it under the soles of their feet and watch me destroy myself. Being trapped in a wheelchair for the rest of my damn life is just not worth it.

Cry of fear nightmare mode