To the ones who once made the house warm,

 I remember every tiny bit of this misery... and how it all started,

It all flashes before my eyes as sharp as a knife,
Digging into my throat as well as seeing the place we all inhabited and filled with joy, empty, taking my soul away... tormenting it and leaving me nothing but, dusty utensils and shelves...

Doomsday, Chapter two, Salvation!

Quick recap:
Lizzie, the highschool student aspiring to be a vet, meets a diviner-looking old person who tells her she’s a bad omen for those around her, while it still might be a scam, a baseless sentence or just a harassment, Lizzie still ponders those empty words told to her, on an alternative earth, a distorted version of the real world, where she seeks parallel help from those who rescue what remained from humanity after such an apocalyptic event, who knows? Would it possibly happen that youth will be leading again on front lines or permanently perish, creating a chance of disintegration of life means! Or? Did they already survive and there’s no alternative world they tend to inhabit!?

Check, Chapter 1

Suggestions, The last chapter: I saw you in my dreams

 

Through my dreams you shall see, the pain that I lurked, the things that I’ve seen, and never survived, lots of thorns wrapped around the vines of my heart, letting no one in, hardly anyone, but you, amongst all, could access, could embrace how ugly I was, how ugly I might’ve became, you could witness the monster that I hid, deeper in the will where water dried and sounds echo.

Suggestions, Chapter four: Where peace lingers

 

Within time, we fathom that one of our permanent allies was forever a quiet nemesis, gloating at us in silence, loathing every breath we exhale,

and dragging us into the furthest depths, where no scream can shatter glass, but only able to shatter our hearts, it drags us deep into a void, where you no longer recognize yourself anymore, maybe, you should’ve given up that cursed friendship, maybe, it’s all your fault; the fault of becoming a maimed version of yourself, or… Maybe, you should try sticking to the walls where your sorrow sink, and climb up your veins until you reach the summit, on which you can see the bigger picture and finally, escape…