Chapter
16
I lay on the floor, crying with blood trickling from my nose and mouth.
I got up, every bone in my body hurting, and got myself into bed, I closed my eyes, wishing I was someone else, somewhere else, anything else. I wished I was with Max.
I cried myself to sleep that night, waking up constantly from all the bad thoughts and nightmares I was having, each and every one, more terrifying than the last.
The blood poured out of my arm, nose and mouth,staining the sheets, dying them red, a reminder of the pain I was so often feeling.
After an hour of tossing and turning I eventually fell asleep. I hoped I would never wake up, never have to expirience anything so bad ever again, but I knew that in a couple of hours I would be awake again. There's no escape from this life.
Unfortunately I did wake up, and the house was slient. It was 6:00am, and my bones ached more than ever. I slowly walked over to the cracked mirror that sat on my desk. My eye was black and bruised, and hurt like hell. Dry blood covered my face, I looked awful.
I couldn't take anything any more. Life was not worth living, if this was what every day would be like.
I lay on the floor, crying with blood trickling from my nose and mouth.
I got up, every bone in my body hurting, and got myself into bed, I closed my eyes, wishing I was someone else, somewhere else, anything else. I wished I was with Max.
I cried myself to sleep that night, waking up constantly from all the bad thoughts and nightmares I was having, each and every one, more terrifying than the last.
The blood poured out of my arm, nose and mouth,staining the sheets, dying them red, a reminder of the pain I was so often feeling.
After an hour of tossing and turning I eventually fell asleep. I hoped I would never wake up, never have to expirience anything so bad ever again, but I knew that in a couple of hours I would be awake again. There's no escape from this life.
Unfortunately I did wake up, and the house was slient. It was 6:00am, and my bones ached more than ever. I slowly walked over to the cracked mirror that sat on my desk. My eye was black and bruised, and hurt like hell. Dry blood covered my face, I looked awful.
I couldn't take anything any more. Life was not worth living, if this was what every day would be like.
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