Prologue
I was thinking about peeling myself of off the bathroom floor, but I simply couldn't. I felt the warmth of the tilefloor sink up into my body, whilst I sat there, feeling hot tears running down my cheeks. My hair was a mess, and my makeup probably appeared to have been on my face three days in a row (and when I thought about it: it probably had). Lightly nauseaus I started sobbing in tears. It felt like a great hole started to grow in the pit of my stomach, and that every nerve started to twinge. I felt absolutely terrified, at the same time that I didn't feel anything at all - I didn't know how else to describe it.
I was out. I was thirty years old, and wound up. And I would have to find a way back to myself, but at least this time I didn't have much to loose.
I have created this playlist to set the mood for this novell, so you can imagine it to be the soundtracks if this were a movie - please hear it out:
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