That is all one needs to break. One step forward, two steps back.
Old memories return every night to haunt me. My past playing back, over and over again like a broken record.
I take another swig from the bottle, hoping to drown it all out.
But it never does.
Boom. Even in silence, I can still hear the screams.
But it is her face that I cannot forget. Her eyes – gentle and brown, swelling with tears, staring back. Hair tangled, blood soaked.
Losing heat, all I could do was hold her in my arms.
I wish it were me.
P.S. Sometimes relapse is something I’d rather not deal with, but a story to wake up my new followers. Thanks for following – I’ll be sure to visit all of your blogs sometime.