It's 3 am and sleep ain't hitting me. I'm tired but when I close my eyes I just can't fall asleep. I toss and turn into different positions but nothing. Maybe it's too hot. I kick the covers off my body. Ugh it's too cold. I grab the covers again. But it's too hot. So I bring out my master plan and I put the covers on the right side of my body so that I am hot and cold. I feel more comfortable but I still can't sleep. "Fuck it!" I throw my covers on the floor and sit up straight against my headboard. I bring my knees up to my head and I feel very fusturated. Soon enough tears are falling down my face. I really thought I moved on.
"I miss her! I miss my little girl!" I'm breaking down. I look up and my mind is fucked. I see Ava running to me. "What!" I see myself running behind her with a little pink dress in my hand. "Avaaaaaaaa timeeee too get dreeeessed!" "Giggle giggle!" "Come on baby!" I see myself pick her up and take her down the stairs. What the fuck just happened. I feel myself break down more. "How am I supposed to go on with this! The fact that my daughter is dead and that I will never see her again!" Not long after I cry myself to sleep.
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I guess she hasn't moved on.
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