Jennie woke up in a sterile hospital room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the harsh fluorescent lights that illuminated the space. The stark white walls seemed to close in on her, mirroring the suffocating weight of her emotions. The faint beeping of the nearby machines served as a haunting reminder of the fragility of life.

As her consciousness returned, she pieced together the events that led her to this sterile hospital room.

She attempted to take her own life. Again.

But why is she still here?

The realization of her failed attempt, again, left a bitter taste in , intensifying the storm of emotions raging within her.

Her gaze wandered around the room, taking in the somber surroundings. The walls bore no personal mementos or cheerful decorations. A single window allowed glimpses of the outside world, though it offered little solace. The curtains were drawn, shielding her from the outside, as if protecting her from a reality she no longer wished to face.

As Jennie tried to make sense of her surroundings, she couldn’t help but notice the glass barrier separating her room from the one opposite. Th