Last Whisper - A Mani - Bog

The year was Twenty thirty four and we had everything we had ever fantasized about except for the basic will to enjoy it. Our worldwide society was ill and alienated and depression was the lot of most of us. I was a broken young woman who didn't wish to be fixed. After six years of struggling, I just wanted it to end for good. I didn't wish to suffer anymore and yes, the thought of departing this life had crossed my mind. So in a very sick way, I fitted perfectly into our sick society yet, felt as an outcast from day one. I don't know what is keeping me here, I guess deep down I still think everyone is here for a reason. All I can say is my last journey of escape had taught me two important things: first, some boxes should never be opened and forever stay locked and second, before I strive to deal with my darkness, I better befriend my shadow.