The moon greets me once again, its pallid countenance and mocking smile glaring through the window.
- “Ufufufu~ You’ve taken all these measures, yet I see you oh-so-clearly!” It cackles.
I avert my gaze to my side.
Pills, laudanum, blood, cannabis, I’ve tried it all.
And yet, past the boarded windows, the layers of cotton and linen, and my own, desperately shut eyes, I see it.
That damn smile, again.
Shallow breathing, again.
I clutch the ragged mattress again, and my fingers find flecks of scratchy memory foam, flooding the underside of my cracked nail.
I wonder if I could disappear as it is, leave not a trace beyond the form of my body in this resting place.
A coffin, tailor made for me…?
- “Again thinking about dying? You’ll never die, so long as I watch over you, you know that~”