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Af٠ter losing her memory for a few days, the doctor, I am Luis Yareva, your therapist, looks at him, then she gets a strong headache. She puts her hand on her head and screams in pain. The doctor holds a syringe containing a sedative and hits her with her hand. He speaks like this is better for Yareva. After a few hours, she wakes up to look around her and sees no one getting up. The bed tries to open the door but finds it locked and then goes back to her bed the doctor comes in talking ok looks like you woke up talking but what happened the doctor talks you have been in a coma for a long time he smiles ok never again I'm talking I know who you are so he stopped with a shocked face talking some hours ago You were remembering something Reeva I don't remember any of this talking Reeva You will go with me to do some tests She talks but I'm fine Talking This is necessary for you Reeva Please help me and go with me I want to make sure you're okay In the exam room Reeva runs a brain test One of the doctors talks as if there is Something in her brain was in a big shock or did she not remember you when she woke up maybe this is because of the coma that lasted these days talking So she's fine now Speak I can't say this to you Looks like she's related to her past She seems to be standing at a point where she can't help herself She is traumatized since childhood, Louis. I wish you success in helping her, because she does not seem to be well, neither physically nor psychologically, not to mention the wounds in her body and that she is inflamed. She needs sterilization and dressing well, otherwise there will be a problem for her. She will stay at the doctor for some time to sterilize her wounds. She can After half an hour you find her in her room, good luck to you, Louis, as he walks through the hospital corridors, thinking what might that be something you see and talk to, but why is she so afraid of him? I want some information from her so that I can help her, but she doesn't talk. I don't have anything left. Only one solution is to hypnotize her. This is the only option. I will try with her for the last time. If she doesn't talk, I'm forced to do this. He opens her room door. He talks, Hello, Reeva. I really want to smile but there is something stopping me Doctor If there is any benefit to me being alive I don't want this thing talking Reva and I want you to smile So tell me what you're going through what you're afraid of and why you're looking at him Talking maybe It's because of that pitch blackness I see, maybe it's because of the endless sounds of my mind from the noise inside of me, maybe it's because of that day I lost my soul and myself, or now there are people more precious than mine who have left my black life, or because I lived all those months trying to convince myself that I I will be fine until that feeling of comfort dies, so that my happiness and feelings will follow with it, until it becomes black like my world, until I turn it into a suffocating inferno. Until what is left in the heart died and became a thing of the fragrance of the past until my past became the one I feared until my present became my hell in which I live and my future became my grave in which I will live the rest of my life with it and now it is the turn of everyone I made him suffer to take his revenge From me that happy face that once drew a smile on my face I painted on his face the navigator of sorrow and sadness That feeling that helped me to rest at night I was made by the noise of the dark nights That hope inside me I turned off what was making it light and left him getting used to the darkness And now I am not I shit myself piece by piece And I tasted the same cup of grief and despair, and made my soul absorb the torment. I ask for calm and a smile. After I lit the wick of war, he has no messenger to calm it. I ask for peace, and after I scratched and destroyed my interior, I want to build it again, so I suffer. The least comfort them from my pleading with them until now That's why I want to die They gave me a chance and they still give me talking But Yariva I may restore both your soul and your feeling comfort But you torture yourself I know you lived in that world Isn't it a dark world Isn't the darkness inside you built your dreams on it Words are the only way to reach your heart. Isn't your mind, which is fragile from overthinking, who carried you all your days? Wasn't your looks that cut you off from within you that helped you direct your outer world? Sad is the one who heard your groaning and the noise of your soul Isn't that your voice that was unable to scream and hear those around you I covered my ears from him You heard it inside you Isn't that your soul that you cut from the inside in order to smile from the outside Isn't it that I am a blessing He melted his soul against his will. You carried everything inside you hoping to fix it yourself, but it was your depression that took control of you and let it control you, no matter how many people we lost dear to our hearts and shattered. We must smile so that they can rest too, because they certainly did not want to leave you in this state, raise their head and look. What are you talking about, but what about that fire that I burned myself and I can't even put it out? What about my fear of facing my past and my present, about whom I have no idea or any thought, to fight them with, and with what boldness I can say to myself I want you to hope to speak, maybe I can't alone but what? About someone helping you What if I give you some ideas to fight what you're going through What if you try to enlighten yourself with me again You talk No this won't work for me Simply I'm out of strength And no matter how hard I try I can't get it back Talking Reva you are with you I told you before I'm harnessed here I hear you and help you Let me We do this together, we correct everything you talk, this will not work because I can not talk, but we can together. There is hope. You talk about what hope you talk about, and you know that all that seemed to me was despair, that hope became impossible for her face to have cold expressions. You stay in my possession and I will walk with He points to behind him to look back but he doesn't see anything looking at him talking Riva This is something else you wove in your mind There's nothing you see He doesn't exist Talking but I see him I feel It It's not from the fabric of my mind It's something from myself that I destroyed Speaks in a low voice I no longer have the ability to cry or even talk, so I will be alone, face my inevitable fate. You look at her side to see her mother's imagination, Rifa smiles. Come with me. Hold her hand to hold Rifa with that imagination, so that Riva speaks. Little remains, it will end. I have been patient, so that imagination will turn dark black with a terrifying smile. Only a few remain. To end your life