Victor
Today had been one of those days for me. The days days that haunt me down. The memories I don’t want to remember. Not even for a bit. But then again, the memories that are part of me. I know I can’t escape it. Today is among the days. I was flitting sweating as I jolted up from the bed. My chest heaving up and down. I quickly slide open the nightstand drawers and took out my inhaler.
My breathing began calming down after I perceived the substances. I held my head with both my palms as I tried to steady myself. As an asthmatic person, I tend to get triggered by my memories rather than the things invading one’s breathing. It had left an impact on me. Seeing my mother fighting for her life in the fire while I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t save her. Father locked us up in the roo
