"Descent into Darkness"

The fluorescent lights seemed to grow brighter, more piercing, as I felt myself slipping further into the abyss. My mind, already fragile, was now shattered, fragmented into a million pieces that seemed to scatter across the floor like broken glass. Hange's words, once a gentle whisper of comfort, now seemed distant, muffled, as I retreated deeper into my own private hell. I was a baby again, lost and alone, abandoned by the one person who was supposed to love me unconditionally. My father's face, a blurry memory, haunted me, his smile a cruel mockery of the pain he had inflicted on me. The tears streaming down my face were no longer just a manifestation of my separation anxiety; they were a deluge of emotions, a torrent of fear, anger, and sadness that threatened to consume me whole. As I rocked back and forth on the sofa, my body a tight, quivering mass, Hange's voice grew louder, more insistent. "Baby, please... come back to me... I'm here, I'm not going anywhere..." But I couldn't hear him, couldn't see him, couldn't feel him. I was trapped in a world of my own, a world of darkness and despair, where the only sound was the echo of my own screams. My mind began to fragment, memories splintering off like shards of glass. I remembered the feel of my father's arms, warm and comforting, but they were fleeting, ephemeral. He had left me, abandoned me, and I was left to pick up the pieces of a shattered life. The pain was a living, breathing thing, a creature that gnawed at my gut, twisted my intestines into knots. Hange's hands touched me, gentle, tentative, but I flinched, recoiling from the touch. I didn't know who he was, didn't know what he wanted. All I knew was that I was alone, abandoned, and adrift in a world that was too much for me to handle. The room around me began to distort, the walls melting like wax, the furniture twisting into grotesque, surreal shapes. I was a tiny, lost boat on a stormy sea, battered by waves of anxiety, fear, and despair. Hange's voice grew louder, a desperate cry in the darkness, but I couldn't find my way back to him, couldn't find my way back to reality. As the darkness closed in around me, I felt myself slipping further into the abyss, further into the depths of my own private hell. I was lost, abandoned, and alone, and I didn't know if I would ever find my way back. The last thing I remembered was Hange's voice, a faint whisper in the darkness, "Baby, please... don't leave me..." But it was too late. I was gone, lost in a world of shadows, forever trapped in a living nightmare of my own.