I'm not alone.
That one simple sentence breathes life into the corpse I have become.
I'm not alone.
That one fact glues the shattered soul I have together.
I'm not alone, there's a reason for me to live.
A reason for me to live.
A reason for me to go on.
A reason for my heart to beat, my brain to think, for my lungs to breathe.
That reason wants to kill me, but he's still a godsend.
"Dib-worm!" a shrill male voice jerked me out of my thoughts.
That reason has called now.