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"… dump her in… water… she'll wake up."
The muffled voice broke through the murky haze of my consciousness, pulling me back to reality. Warm water cascaded over my body as numerous hands fumbled to wash me. It felt as if my ears were gradually waking up, but my body remained unresponsive, and strangely, I didn't mind it.
I didn't want to wake up. Especially not to face the harshness of reality.
I felt empty, just like Father's empty bed.
I had no desire to know where I was, and neither did I want to encounter that detestable face again.
In the vast space of my mind, I felt adrift, surrounded by darkness and cold. Despite the warmth on my skin, an icy chill prevailed within me. The idea of ceasing to exist seemed tempting. I wouldn't have to worry about anything, I wouldn't have any troubles, I wouldn't have to endure any more suffering, and most importantly, I would no longer feel so alone and worthless.
Was this punishment, divine retribution?
