In this way, I held my breath, held the breath that was deep in my mouth, and my weak right hand clung to the wall, leaned my shoulder against the wall, and moved to the side of the bed step by step. Suddenly, the breath in his mouth poured out like a waterfall, his mind suddenly went blank, his eyes were dark, and he slammed his head on the bed, only to hear the weak breathing sound of swallowing and spitting in the room, and his hands struggled weakly······

It's dark, but it's extremely clear in my heart, and I'm living like a movie in front of me. And the protagonist of this movie is myself, my childhood self, I have been proud of myself, I have been proud of myself, and I have been longing for myself······

I gradually fell asleep, the scene in the dream was very blurry, white, but beautiful, I had no pressure, no real pain, not even resentment, where is this? I knew I was dreaming, but the scene in the dream was so real that it felt like it was real. The stress and difficulties that came with it made me begin to rediscover who I am. I see other people's families, paving the way for their children's future, and then look at myself, since I was a child, I have been the best one in the eyes of those around me. How beautiful my former self was, a colorful childhood, countless praises have always surrounded me, and I have never stopped. Yes, I, I used to be so good, whether it was academic performance or unity in the eyes of teachers or leadership in the hearts of my classmates, I always saw a far, far future, a bright future, because I knew that I had the ability and I could create my own future. When I was in school, my grades were always among the best, and I must be in the top ten in school, and among the partners around, it was natural to be the most outstanding, otherwise my mother and father would seriously criticize me, and even punish me, and it was necessary to have no food, and in my opinion, at that time they punished me, I didn't think so, I just thought they were for my good, and hoped that I would have the most brilliant future, so I have always loved them very much. But why today, now...... What I saw was their ruthless faces, which made me feel that my whole heart had fallen into a pool of ice, and that I had no strength to have the courage to struggle upward. Everything beautiful was actually destroyed by my dearest hands, and my heart was like a knife cutting one by one.

With blurred tears in my eyes, I looked up at the window, the sky was getting dark, and the fire clouds in the distance were so dazzling, like a fire burning fiercely, and it hurt like my heart burning in the fire. Looking at it, I suddenly only felt that my eyes were dark, my head suddenly had a sharp pain, my ears roared, my heart felt an unbearable suffocation, and my ears seemed to have been repeating something, and my heart was distressed like a knife.

In a trance, I seemed to hear someone calling to me, "Cheer up, your belief in survival is the biggest motivation to wake you up." A strong, magnetic voice whispered in my ear. Dr. Wang, is she just fainting? Is it just because of her subjective reluctance to wake up? So will she stay in a coma like this? A young and delicate woman's voice asked from the side. The doctor didn't answer. I seemed to be able to hear them completely, but I wasn't conscious and couldn't control my actions. The doctors and nurses were gone after a while, and I was still groggy, and before I knew it, my body seemed to lose its center of gravity and fall into an infinite sinking vortex. Who is that woman? Who is Dr. Wang? Where am I? Is it in the hospital or at home? A series of questions rushed into my mind in a chaotic manner, but I didn't have the urge to figure out the problem, my head hurt, no, no, it didn't hurt, I didn't feel it at all, so I didn't feel it? But my eyes were as heavy as a thousand-ton boulder, and I couldn't open them no matter how hard I tried, and my ears were full of the voice of the young woman just now, crisp, wonderful, or ordinary, and the reason why I liked this voice was probably because no one cared about me for a long, long time. There was a strong voice in my heart that reverberated infinitely, "Sleep." I no longer have any strength to wake me up, and I no longer want to face such a cold world, and I want to just sleep forever and end this desolation.

In a trance, my heart shook and hurt, like ten thousand needles in unison, piercing my heart and lungs, and in the haze, I clenched my fists, clenched my teeth, frowned, and breathed more and more heavily.

"Fast ······" It was the deep voice again: "Give him a booster shot!" ”

I was no longer conscious, not even the looming lucidity I had just now. I think I'm finally free······

"Quick! Hurry up and get a few basins of hot water, if this blood can't be stopped, I'm afraid I can't save my life·····" The voice in his ears was a little hoarse, with a slight tremor. In a daze, I could only feel that there were a lot of footsteps around me, many, many ······

The hustle and bustle of dust turned into nothingness in an instant. After a period of darkness, the dawn of my heart blooms. The blurred eyes, leaving those unknown phantoms, slowly opened, and the gaze fell back into the gentle morning light. Those scenes flew away at once, and disappeared with the dream. The clear wind swept across the face, indicating that it was back to the other side of the truth. There is a flow of color in both eyes. Awaken after the illusion of the passing. I tried hard to open my eyes, but my eyelids were extremely heavy, my heart was still in pain, and there were countless voices lingering in my ears. Who am I? My head hurts, it hurts, my chest feels like a huge hole has been torn open, I can't breathe well, my lips are trembling all the time, I want to ask Candle alone what is going on, but my body is no longer listening.

"Twilight, Twilight·····" There was a hoarse cry in the distance, it was a woman's voice, this voice was very soft and comfortable, but it was screamed too hard, as if it was about to break the string, which made people tremble.

"Madame, Madame," many of the younger women's voices kept calling the word "Madame" on the side. I think I'm really sick, why are these inexplicable people around me, and a series of questions come into my mind. Who the hell will I be? But whoever it is, I hope I'm no longer the heart-wrenching Rorschach.