Cali
Truth.
His name seemed to haunt me, but it was nothing compared to the nightmares I had every night since he had pulled a gun on me. Nightmares of his cold dead eyes as he pressed that deadly piece of metal against my forehead. Only in my dreams, he hadn’t let me walk away in my urine soaked panties. He had pulled that trigger.
Every single night he pulled the trigger over and over again.
Weeks had passed since the day my whole world imploded. And I tried to skip back into my old life. I really tried, but nothing felt right. This wasn’t my home anymore.
I went through the motions. I got up, showered, and dressed, I went to work every morning with a forced smile on my face. I even socialised with my flatmates and friends, and then I fell into bed and cried myself to sleep.
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