HelloZepp
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She looked so frail in the hospital bed, tubes covering most of her face and neck. Her once choppy layers of hair had grown out while she lay, and her eyes appeared to have remnants of eyeliner and mascara caked around them. She could faintly hear the soft, near silent buzzing of the fluorescent lights in her room, and somewhere in the distance she heard a toilet flush.
She felt angry, betrayed. She had felt trapped inside herself before, but this was worse than she could imagine.
The pills should have worked. Instead, her body shut down but something had its claws in her. "Why can't I just go? I was ready. I was ready to die." She felt like she were thrashing against invisible rope, tying her to her physical body.
It was starting to get better, though. Each new day the thing that bound her became less and less strong.
Antje was tired of fighting.
She felt angry, betrayed. She had felt trapped inside herself before, but this was worse than she could imagine.
The pills should have worked. Instead, her body shut down but something had its claws in her. "Why can't I just go? I was ready. I was ready to die." She felt like she were thrashing against invisible rope, tying her to her physical body.
It was starting to get better, though. Each new day the thing that bound her became less and less strong.
Antje was tired of fighting.
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