Stuck On You

Prelouge.

She stared deeply into the mirror, almost like she was searching for something more in her beautiful emerald eyes. She was fascinated by the way they shone brighter when her face was red after crying. Her hands were shaking and tears were still rolling down her cheeks. Her heart felt empty, and her body was numb. She glanced over at the big beautiful wedding ring on her left finger. "I'm so much better than this." She whispered to herself, in attempt to calm herself down. She heard a knock on the bathroom door, followed by a voice she was all too familiar with "Oh Shutup that crying girl, you loved it." Her ignorant husband screamed through the thick wooden bathroom door. She stopped crying, knowing that he knew her weakness. "Maybe if you weren't acting like such a whore I wouldn't have to treat you like one !" She started shaking with every word that ass hole spit out of his mouth. "I wasn't acting like a whore ! I wore fucking lipstick because you told me I needed to look nice!" She yelled. "Who the hell are you yelling at girl ?!" He yelled, kicking the door in with his foot. "John, stop !" She yelled, but it just made him more angry. "Morgan, Don't tell me to stop ! You act like a whore, you get treated like a whore."

That night, was the last night Morgan Timberlake was happy.

She woke up in a hospital two weeks later from a coma, and couldn't stop crying. Her whole life was crumbing right before her eyes.

The hospital put her into group therapy, where she decided on getting a divorce.

Her whole life revolved around getting better, but it seemed like it was only getting worse.

"Sometimes when it seems all of the pieces are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place."