I found myself in that room again. The one I seem to go to when I'm feeling highly troubled. My mother forbids me to go that room. I'm not sure why. When I ask her she changes the subject or yells at me in a firm voice not to ever enter it. She says that room is evil and no good. But once I'm in the room I feel a sense of calmness over come me and a little bit of sadness? There are other rooms that I get a sense of sadness as well, though not as much when I'm in the forbidden room. Just moments ago I returned to my room and all my negative emotions came rushing back.
I stared at my high ceiling deep in thought. For the past few months I have been nothing but depressed. All because of one man and what he has done to me. I have lost all confidence in myself. I've even stopped drinking blood. I'm slowly dying. I can feel it. The whole kingdom is worried. My mother is the most worried. She blames herself for over half of my depression.
She's the one who tried to make me go on ...