Laying back on the black mattress of the single bed, embracing the chill given out by the metal anchored to her ankle, slamming against her skin. The little gold dress solely provides warmth. She sniffs. A light flu cooking, as the build-up of saliva in her throat, demands to be pushed out. And snort slid in her airways.
The night was endless. It took a million teardrops for her to fall asleep. Folding her little self, knees touching her chest with hands covering her shins. Last night Marcus couldn’t stop breaking her down. Memories of him speaking hurtful things come down crushing. Tormenting her core as his words dissolve. “You made a big mistake getting involved with Leo.” Those words loop around her system.