A mental hospital and a prison cell aren't mutually exclusive, Cecilia thought.
For the 101st time, she drew a sharp dagger across her arm, until blood covered the ground.
But this was probably the last time.
After all, just as the prophecy said, the world needed a god.
○ Nothing about mental illness in this story should be trusted.
○ The writing is bland and very hard to read. Enter at your own risk.
○ I have a terrible track record of finishing stories. Enter at your own risk.
Theme: Prophecies cannot be broken
