Chapter 13 Ghosts In The Blood

• After locking the door, I collapsed on the ground. It was burning in my chest. The pain I felt. The same pain that never left, the one that was too stubborn too, that squeezed my chest and made me remember what I didn't want to, that resurrected memories should have stayed dead and buried.
• My fingers felt like ice. My breathing was difficult and was impossible for me to cry but I wanted to and it still won't drive the pain away.
• My knees were pressed to my chest as I sat there, the silence in my room weighing down on me like a curse. He took a sip of wine. He knew but did he really know that I had nearly killed him or was he playing with my head?