CRAWLING

The past doesn't run.

It crawls.

Slowly. On its knees and hands.
Through rot, through mud, through the filth I thought I left behind.

I grabbed it by the hair and slit its throat.

I watched it bleed out between my fingers, certain it was finally over.

But just when I allowed myself to breathe,
it whispered a name.

A name I had buried in the deepest, blackest corner of myself.

And with that one word-
it delivered the final blow.

The last cruel slap across my face.

A shadow slipped back into my life.
Not to haunt me.

But to rewrite my future in blood-
and rip apart everything I built in the ruins of who I used to be.

Trigger Warnings:
This story contains intense scenes and themes that may be difficult for some readers, including:
Violence, graphic descriptions of abuse, sexual assault, blood and gore, psychological trauma, self-harm, drug use, kidnapping, strong language, death, manipulation, and mental health struggles.

Please read with caution and take care of yourself.