56. Rightful heir to the throne

Anastasia...

My life?

Haha...a goddamn joke!

I didn’t even know what to do or say anymore. I blamed myself for most things but I was just tired and seemingly no one understood that. I wished I could just end it but it's not as easy as I thought it would be.

A doctor came in not so long ago, Dr. Ivan or something. I was too caught up in my own mind and thinking about how fucked up my life was that I didn't hear him properly when he introduced himself to me.

He came to check on me and to place band aids where the wires were attached. He also said something about my vitals being okay and that I healed too fast for a person who went through so much physical trauma. He also said I was injected with blood thinners and, due to the blood clots, it caused quite a lot of damage, but then, luckily, I managed to pull through. He even told me that ripping my wrists while already injected with blood thinners was stupid of me.

If only he knew why I did what I did.