You can’t fight me, came the achingly cold whisper that caused tiny bumps to erupt over my skin. You’ve never been able to. So, why resist? If you just give in, the hunger will stop. So will the pain. You will be at peace. Don’t you want that? What I wanted was for the whispers to quiet down, but even if they did, I couldn’t give in to the exhaustion. I couldn’t be weak anymore.
