---- spreading on the table, drop by drop falling to the floor. Its deep red color stirred unsettling thoughts in me. Alma noticed. She quickly stepped in front of me, blocking the sight, then grabbed my hand and led me out. In the car, I collapsed into the passenger seat, barely able to breathe. My hand trembled as I reached for another vial. But I fumbled. The suppressant fell onto the blanket- covered floor with a soft thud. I didn't pick it up. I just clenched my fists tight, fingernails digging into my palms. I forced myself to stay conscious while I teetered on the edge of despair and breakdown. My eyes burned, and my skull throbbed like it was about to split in two, but I didn't cry. Not a single tear. 1 lifted my head and looked into the rearview mirror. Looking back at me was a girl with bloodshot eyes. ---- She looked like a wounded pup, ignored, humiliated, even cursed. Pitiful and yet somehow pathetic. "Alma..." Imurmured. "I don't have a home anymore. " Alma pulled me into a hug before she left. She didn't say much and just reminded me to keep seeing my healer. Inodded. But the moment the car door slammed shut, my negative emotions burst forth uncontrollably, stronger than ever before. The house the maid had tidied was a disaster again in minutes. I tore through everything like a storm, smashing whatever I could get my hands on. The sound of things breaking was crisp and sharp, but it was still not enough. Perhaps I had been holding it in for too long. Now, the urge to destroy everything was unbearable. ---- The devil in my head screamed louder than ever. Before I could think, my hand reached for the silver dagger. The blade gleamed cold under the dim light, resting just above the fragile skin on my wrist. The door suddenly swung open. Samuel's hand froze mid-air as our eyes met. Every time I reached for a blade before, he would always show up. His hand was gentle, and his voice trembled with a mix of fear and something like love. He never let me go through with it. But this time, he just stood there, expressionless, like a silent spectator. The ticking of the wall clock filled the room, and each second hammered against my chest. "Do it." Looking at me, he sneered. "Why don't you aim for your heart instead?" I didn't move. I just stared at him like a puppet. ---- Samuel pressed his lips tight, a cruel edge in his expression. "You don't even dare to do it. You just want pity." Then, tilting his head, like he was genuinely curious, he asked, "Tell me, Sherry. Why wasn't it you who died? Just admit it. You don't have the guts to die." He spoke the last line deliberately, almost as if weighing every syllable. The dagger slipped from my fingers and clattered to the floor. Thad to fight with everything I had just to stop myself from shaking. He was right. I didn't have the guts to die. The medicine and promises kept me from dying, but a life without hope made it impossible to truly live. Despair wrapped around me like creeping vines. Finally, I broke down and cried out in agony. In the latest episode of ReelTalk, titled "Queen Bee Meets Queen Bee," the infamous Daniela Couso reunites with Sarah Moliski for a buzzworthy discussion. Dive into the world of these legendary villains as they unveil the realities behind their captivating personas. Exploring themes of power, rivalry, and intrigue, this ongoing romance series delves deep into the complexities of characters like Daniela and Sarah. Witness the clash of two formidable personalities as they navigate love, ambition, and deception in a world where nothing is as it seems. What sets this narrative apart is its intricate character dynamics and the magnetic pull between its leading ladies. Experience the allure of forbidden desires and hidden agendas in a story that promises twists at every turn. Ready to uncover the secrets that bind these queens together? Available to read at CrushReel for those eager to unravel the mysteries within.