At the wooden cross mounted on the stained-glass window above my door, I make a sign of the cross and close my eyes. After I clear my mind I earnestly pray, "Bless me, my lord, for the world might destroy the inside of me and…" apparently, "Half of my skull. Therefore, I ask you sincerely, Oh Lord, to stay with my spirit and deliver me from evil. Amen."
Along with a deep inhale I open my eyes again… It is a new day, one I doubt to be wonderful, due to the continuous nightmares and the poor quality of sleep they led me into.
It is rather helpless when you know there is nothing that can save you from this quagmire, yet you will still have to live through days like these. You wish you are told that the situation is temporary, yet unfortunately, you can somehow feel that there is a possibility for this path down to hell to be endless.
