Hours later Farrel lay in the king-sized bed she shared with
her husband. She desperately wanted to fall into a deep sleep, then wake up and
be assured her life was just a bad dream. The hell she was living couldn't be
real because so much of her had died. Slowly over the years parts of her had
passed away, victim of a long painful death. She had been so unaware of it until one day she didn't know herself
anymore. The smile and forced happiness that she showed to the world were just
masks covering the person she'd become.
Her mind screamed to turn back time, but she knew that it
was too late. She could never bring back the happy, fun-loving person she had
once been. The past four years had murdered that person and she knew she could
not raise herself from the dead. She was mentally defeated.
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