Chapter 15

My soul feels like it’s being lit on fire, burning to ashes until everything I have left is broken. Until I’m ripped apart to pieces. Every waking moment is agony. Some days I feel nothing. Other days, I feel a throbbing pain that makes me want to end myself. Every cut, bruise, and burn I’ve experienced through the years don’t compare to this suffering, because the ache has consumed me. I’m no longer able to go a day without collapsing. Thinking is self-inflicted torture. My dreams haunt me, but sleepless nights torment me. I can’t get him out of my system, no matter how hard I try. I remember everything about him. I can taste him as if he were still here, as if nothing happened.