Chapter 144 Delivery To My Murderer

• I had to wait for the uber outside, shivering my ass off while living through that moment over and over again in my head. I felt so stupid and so little. My skin would soon crack from the cold, the loud stupid music reminding me of what I just went through.
• I was fighting the tears as best as I could, feeling the eyes from those in the line. Once again, I pulled down the dress, wishing I could rip it off and burn it. I felt the sob climb, trying, but I failed to hold it in and to not break down in front of all these people I turned and rushed away as the tears fell.
• Why did I keep doing this to myself?