What is not said part one and two

There are questions that gently knock on your door with false calmness, promising a truth that seems close, then leap into your chest mercilessly: breaking a rib, leaving a void that stabs the heart whenever it wishes. It won't leave you until it gets what it wants, or else... it kills you. You chase the answer like a feverish person, knowing that your only salvation might be a mercy shot called an answer.