mattwithfire
Covered in the warm blanket I try desperately to fall asleep. I do not want to remember today's events, I do not want to feel the guilt anymore. I just want out. Sleep is my escape from my sins, if I could just fall into it's elusive grasp.
The texture of the carpet made me think. This room was not just a room. Things happened in this room. There was a lot of tears, and a lot of blood. I never wished for her to stab herself, caking the floor with dried blood and tears, but then again, she never did what I wanted anyways.