C8 The Memories

I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning in my bed.

Fuck! The bed! I need to change the bed.

Before I knew it, all the memories came flooding, the betrayal, the hurt. I quickly got out of bed like it was on fire. Tears streaming down my face.

Fuck it, woman! You're better than this. The fucker is dead!

I kept on trying to hold my self up. Conversing with my self. But still couldn't do it