The room was quiet. Too quiet for someone who was dying.
The faint beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the whitewashed hospital room. A tube ran down her nose. Another into her veins. Her body was barely a shadow of what it used to be — bones, bruises, and betrayal.
Ami lay there, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. Breathing shallow. Heart slow. Tears already dried.
No one was coming.
They never did.
Her parents? Off spending the money they stole under the name of her "treatment."
Her siblings? Busy pretending she never existed.
The man she loved? Sold her out like a cheap pawn in a family game.
Even her so-called best friend… stabbed her from the back with the sweetest smile.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. It hurt. Everything hurt.
"So this is it, huh?" Ami croaked, voice raspy.
"Abandoned. Forgotten. Betrayed... by everyone I ever loved."
A tear slipped down her cheek — not from sadness, but from rage.
Burning, poisonous rage.
"If there's a god out there... if you're listening..." she whispered, choking on her breath,
"Give me one more chance. Just one. I swear— I'll never be that naive again. I'll burn them all. Every. Single. One."
The monitor beeped slower.
And slower.
Then—flatlined.
Darkness swallowed her.
But… she didn't stay in the dark for long.