I wait until I hear all three doors close then walk out and grab a bottle of vodka, going back to my room I drink until I pass out, hoping that it blocks the nightmares. It seems to, as when I wake the sun is up and my body hurts. So I slept for a while then.
Stripping off my clothes I walk to the bathroom and shower. My mind on last night, the brothers now know my secrets, or at least know I have some. That needs to be the end of it, I can’t have anyone else finding out the truth.
I made mistakes, I know I did, and I will forever carry around the guilt and darkness that those mistakes caused. The death will cling to my back and never release its grip. Getting dressed my mind is still replaying everything and I feel sick, I can almost see and smell the blood. I can’t drink yet, not enoug
