Confronting Inner Demons

“Camilla, what have you done ”

I hardly heard my own voice echo in the dimly lit room as I goggled at my reflection in the cracked glass. It was nearly night, and the only sound was the slow, irregular ticking of an old timepiece. I’d been alone for hours now — alone with my thoughts, my regrets, and the burden of secrets I’d carried for so long. Indeed now, when I rumored to myself in the silence, the questions echoed back, hanging and grim.

I sank onto the ...