quicker than she'd ever thought imaginable

repulsed by her own actions

all of the illusions of control whisked from under her feet

into a teary mess on the floor

her willpower was fading

if hybernation were an option, she'd have jumped for it in a heartbeat
because it sounded so much easier than sleeping and never waking up
than stereotyped phrases
like overdose
and suicide.

home for the holidays
felt at times like hell for the holidays

and family togetherness
felt more like a curse than it's usual blessing

yes, she will fight on
but it's against mounting odds
and against greater fears
and more skilled enemies
than she has ever battled before.

The End

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