"Stab yourself?" Sezel read the words aloud. He could read them quite easily, despite the disoriented, frantic scrawl. But they didn't make any sense.
No. Sezel's eyes widened. They made sense. Not a little, but too much. He looked at his broken, mangled finger, the memory of his own desperate, self-inflicted pain surfaced. But why?
As he tried to think, to strain his mind, to piece together the fractured, disjointed memories, the unbearable, skull-splitting pain returned, increasing dangerously with every passing second. Sezel clutched his head, his body trembling.
He tried to make sense of everything, to find some semblance of logic, of reason, in the madness that had consumed him. But he couldn't even think amidst the relentless, all-consuming pain.
'Should i do it?' he thought, clutching his head, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. The pain had become unbearable, tearing him apart from the inside out 'I will, i said it, so of course.'
