The peeling wallpaper seemed to murmur secrets, and the wooden floor groaned under my weight. I turned, heading towards the stairs, before stopping in front of a door, my heart thundering in my chest. At the threshold of my old room, I hesitated, uncertain, before I finally pushed the door open.The room was in disarray, yet the air was heavy with sorrow. I stepped inside, and the memories rushed back. The bed was a mess, just as we had left it, and the walls were decorated with old, cracked photographs, frozen moments from a life that once was.Exhausted, I lay down, hoping to escape the hunger gnawing at me. Soon, I drifted into a restless sleep, trying to forget the pain, if only for a while. But then, I woke, gasping for air, my face drenched in sweat. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest. Hot tears slid down my face as I tried to shake off the suffocating nightmare. My chest felt tight, as though it were being crushed, and the darkness seemed to pull me deeper. My mind was a
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