Meanwhile George went to train some new Vampaneze. He’d been asking to trian Niamh but she wasn’t ready yet.
Somebody help me through this nightmare, I can’t control myself, Somebody wake me from this nightmare, I can’t escape this hell.
It’s the Demons in my head that Comfort me.
There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn’t matter any more.
All alone, with no where left to hide.