Prologue

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She Dreams Of Spain

Prologue

I can remember everything like it was burned into my brain, leaving a scar that would never go away.

My life had never been perfect, but my life with him had. Up until that point. I hate myself because of how much I remember it. How I relive this memory over and over. Memorizing every little detail to every little thing.

I remember how dead the trees looked and how I could only see them as gray. In that moment everything was gray.

I remember waiting and waiting. I didn't understand, I don't think I ever will. I remember walking around, frustrated.

I remember seeing something. Then I screamed, I didn't stop. My voice had given long before I stopped screaming.

I remember the somber looks the officers had. They had tried to get me to stop screaming, tried to coerce me with words. I couldn't hear them though. They sounded so far away. I couldn't even hear myself think. I just screamed.

I remember the officers trying to hold me down. My fingertips were covered in blood. The sticky liquid ran down my arms, I scratched myself. I remember being loaded into an ambulance. Then everything went black.

I woke up in a hospital bed. I was alone. For a few bliss moments I had no idea what had happened or why I was there. What I would do to have those moment back. It all came crashing down like it had to at one point. To this day it feels like I haven't stopped screaming.

Maybe a part of me will never stop screaming.

There's one thing I know for sure though. That day I lost him. Or maybe he was never even mine to start with.

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