Broken & Torn (Emerald Falls #1)

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LYLA

I n a split second, the descent begins.

It hungers for my pain and sorrow, feeding off of every emotion running through my system.

Voices turn into muffled sounds, not registering in my consciousness as I struggle to focus on anything other than the incessant voice in my head.

It’s always the loudest one.

Food tastes like sawdust in my mouth.

My hands no longer itch to draw as the void grows.

Nightmares have plagued me, causing an ever-present hole in my chest.

My soul feels… barren.