SCAR'S P.O.V
To say that I was afraid of myself is an understatement, at first, I thought I was dead by when. I saw Berny sleeping beside me, I knew there was hope, at least, one that I could reconsider as being good.
Suddenly, my throat was dry I felt like I needed a huge quantity of water to moist my throat with it, but then, my words were ragged as they refused to come out of my mouth.
Berny had to succeed in squeezing a small space beside me, and her warmth refreshed me so much, I like the way her little arms circled lightly around me.
She might have returned from work and saw me in this position. I feel the shame of even presenting myself in this matter because it is so awkward, more than I can ever imagine, just thinking about it makes me weak, weaker than I have ever been before, and the simple thought of it made a shadow of pain to strike my head.