Anika

“The next time I woke up, I was in the hospital, groggy and disoriented.” Zane said with a faraway look.

I knew he was reliving that night which was the reason for his nightmares. I hated to see him in pain. I hated that he was hurting so bad. But I couldn't do anything. I'm feeling so fucking helpless.

We were sitting on his bed. He was sitting with his head against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. His, usually full of life, eyes filled with tears of desperation, hate and sooo much pain.

I didn't say anything, didn't acknowledge his words with the fear that he would stop. Although it was hurting me to see him in pain, I knew he needed to get this off his chest.