I need to get away from the memories of what happened. I throw off the covers and stumble into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. Staring back at me in the mirror is the face of a man who hasn’t laughed or even smiled in five years. My green eyes are dull and puffy, and I’m so pale I’m borderline translucent. A ghost would look healthy next to me. My red hair that once looked like a house on fire, has lost its will to live and is plastered listlessly to my forehead. I run my fingers through it, trying to slick it back, but the result ends up looking like a punk hairdo gone wrong. I grimace at myself and splash a few annoyed water drops on the mirror before turning on my heel and stalking back to my bedroom.
I’ll never be able to go back to sleep, and even if I was, I would be
