Chapter 170 Depression

Leona's POV I hugged my arms tightly, trembling nonstop. I felt sick and must have fallen into a deep depression. I had actually noticed it back when I was in the asylum, but I kept telling myself that I wasn't fighting alone. However, after one blow after another, I was reaching my limit. Silently, I pulled the dagger from under my pillow and inched it closer to my waist. It was just one light cut, just like all those times before. This time, however, no one would interrupt me. I no longer had to fear the taunts of the doctors and nurses at the asylum. No one would find out and force me into treatment again. I wouldn't be locked away in that dark room where I'd beg for death that never came. I didn't have to worry about being discovered, forced into treatment, and confined to a dark cell. There I would be subjected to agony that made death seem a mercy. The cold blade pressed against my warm skin. Just a little more pressure, and I'd finally be free… Bang! Bang! Bang! "Leona!