Everything was going dark. She’d never felt so alone. Everything was just piling up, piling on, something had to change.
She’d tried for so long. Nothing happened. Nothing helped.
This was probably an extreme way to handle this. But what other options were there, really?
She’d passed the point of no return now. It was getting darker. Everything was getting harder. She wondered briefly what things would be like when this was done. Better, probably. She hoped so anyway.
Everything went dark. And then?