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The walls hold secrets no one else can hear. The mirror shows a perfect life—beauty, wealth, happiness. But behind the door, the truth is far darker. The air feels heavy, every moment filled with quiet threats. Every step is careful, every breath fragile. He’s always watching. Always waiting. "Sometimes, doing the right thing means breaking everything you’ve ever stood for. There’s only so much a person can take. The lies, the hurt, the pressure to keep everything together—it can break you." This isn’t a story with a happy ending. It’s about survival.

It took me too long to wake up. I let life drag me, beat me, break me. I walked into hell with open arms, made choices that chained me to the worst consequences. Then I had the nerve to feel sorry for myself, as if I wasn't the one who put myself there. I was. This wasn't fate. There was no grand design, no cruel god twisting the knife. It was me. My own hands built the prison I rotted in. And the worst part? I let it happen. I let myself be used. I let myself be broken. I became something less than human. Shame wrapped around my throat like a noose, whispering that I was nothing.

Imagine drowning in your own sadness, screaming silently into the void, but no one notices. No one hears. Not until the echo of the gunshot rips through the air, sharp and final. Only then do they stop, their laughter caught in their throats, their smiles fading. Only then do they look back, piecing together the fragments they ignored, whispering “Why didn’t we see it?”