Scars of your love

Chapter 7

My head is throbbing and my eyes feel like their might pop out any moment.

I close the book I was studying and place it on my nightstand.

It is way past midnight. I didn't realize how late it was before.

I crank my neck sideways, massaging it to relieve the pain. I rise from the bed and make my way to the bathroom.

I quickly change into my nightwear and brush my teeth.

Thank God I don't have any early class tomorrow- today morning. I can sleep in.

Because no sooner I hit the mattress my eyelids shut.

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I am driving a car.

The same car in which my world turned upside down.

The same car my parents had gifted me on my sixteenth birthday.

The car I have only driven twice.

The car in which I have killed them.

The sound of laughter makes me glance sideways.

And there he is.

My dad.

Sitting in the passenger seat looking happy and content.

Immediately my eyes averted to the backseat where my mom is. The laughter in her eyes and in the air.

Both of them looking angelic.

For a split second, it felt everything is alright.

Then the laughter dies from their lips and their turn their eyes which is full of accusation.

You killed us.

You.

Killed.

Us.

The world comes crashing on me.

These words are the only thing that runs through my head.

You.

Killed.

Us.

I.

Killed.

Them.

I.

Am.

A.

Murderer.

Before I can say anything, to explain to them that I didn't do it intentionally, white light is shining so brightly that it is blinding me.

The source of light seems to move forward making me cringe in its glare.

All of the sudden the darkness swallows me and wraps itself tightly around me.

Ear-splitting screech echoes in the air.
Made me flinch and space is narrowing down, crushing me in the process.

The feeling of being pressed from all the sides is making me hard to process what's going on.

Suddenly I'm falling.

Free falling.

Into the dark pit that threatened to never let me out.

The bottom of the fall knocked the little breathe that is left in my lungs.

I shifted sideways, groaned in pain but not from the fall. The pain is bursting from me for something else.