Sleep doesn't come.
Night after night
I thrash around
like a fish
caught in a net
trying to escape.
And I cry
for what I've done
and who I've lost.
Four days after the funeral,
Mom shows me the phone messages
she's taken for me.
I didn't want to talk
to anyone.
Jackson's brother, Daniel, called.
Jessa and Zoe called.
Nick called,
again.
I ball them up
and throw them away.
"You're tired," Mom says.
She calls the doctor.
He prescribes Ambien.
"That's good," Mom says.
"Sleep will help."
Will anything really help?
When I wake up,
I remember.
It hurts
to remember.
Mom brings me a sandwich
and some juice.
I get up to pee
and sneak another pill.
"I need to sleep a little more," I tell Mom.
She doesn't argue.
Because sleep helps.
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I Heart You, You Haunt Me.
Mystery / Thriller~I did NOT make this book. I am just posting this for people who want to read this book, without having to buy the real book. All credit goes to Lisa Schröder~ ------------------------------ Ava can't see or touch him, unless she's dreaming. She can...
