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Was this how my life was supposed to turn out?

I felt so vulnerable that I could do nothing but curse my existence. It was an endless journey of pain, a cruel cycle with no escape. As I sat on the cold floor beside the bed, I wished for the release of death. What was the point of living if all I knew was agony?

A relentless pounding echoed in my skull, my vision blurring at the edges. Distant voices rose in the other room, heated and sharp, but I had no energy to decipher their words. My heart was heavy, weighed down by despair, and whatever fight I had left in me had already been extinguished the moment I saw this place.

A sudden crash jolted me from my downward spiral, followed by even louder shouts. Whoever they were, they were furious. A shiver coursed through me at the thought of facing them. I would rather deal with the delusional psycho I had already encountered than whatever was beyond that door.

Then came the banging.

Loud. Violent. Unrelenting.