I guess I must keep to my word of further explanation. He spoke to me so kindly, his gentle gestures and caress made my skin tingle. It's.. hard to remember the events that unfolded. He helped me to my car. And then, everything blanks out. Again. I see bits and pieces of that night all the time, but never the whole picture, and never anything cohesive. It just frustrates me so much, to have so much of my life missing... I wish my grandma was here to help me. She would know exactly what to do. She'd hold me close and promise nothing would be able to hurt me.
But I am hurt. Everything is hurting me.
That boy, he stayed the night with me. Just watching, he didn't touch me, he didn't even lay a hand on my bed. Just stared all... Stalker like. It felt familiar. Like he's been doing this for so long. The heat of his gaze burns me. Tangible burns. They still haven't healed. God... I need a drink, I can't fucking do this I need a drink.
YOU ARE READING
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Короткий рассказIt started with a journal, a small, stupid journal. And now it seems the world is crashing down on me. And all I have to prove myself, to show people I exist, is that book. And now that you are reading my story, I pray to God you don't share the sam...
