life just can’t get any better. you’re worthless. there is nothing you can or will do ———————— the voices circle in your head round’n round. They won’t stop. but, as you lay on the ground defenseless a distinct voice is heard. It’s not like the others. It’s soft, almost comforting yet distorted and menacing.

the force causes your head to hurt, but you can’t help but listen to it

“I know you’re hurting, but look at me, dear. Let me help you, just this once.”