It's a strange and scary sensation to suddenly forget your own name,to forget how to use your own voice. I stare blankly at the officer in front of me, he's asking me a series of questions but my mind doesn't acknowledge the words that form from his lips.
The blood.... The body.... The knife.
The events of what happened just several minutes before my house turned into a bloodbath Replay in my head. Over and over the same three words "i'm so sorry" , repeatedly playing in my head like a nursery rhyme. A sick twisted nursery rhyme. My attention falls back to the officer in front of me, I take my eyes off of him to access what's going on around me. I'm surrounded by flashing blue lights, dark blue uniforms and one black body bag.
I'm trapped, gravity weighing me down so strong it feels like i've been buried in cement. The air from my lungs lost, my heart simply broken and the only thing that is keeping me glued to the ground i'm kneeling upon with my arms wrapped tightly around my chest, rocking back and forth like i'm a crazy woman in a stray jacket.
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RomanceThe loss of Matilda Jones. This book contains references to the following; Suicide Self harm Murder Sexual assault Eating disorder Addiction Child abuse PTSD (and more) This book explores themes around generational trauma and addiction.
