The day after yesterday
Here’s the second part to my previous fiction. Although both can be read independently but you can read the first part of this story here. I remember lying helpless on the floor and closing my eyes to wait for death. I remember looking at myself from a distance with bruises all over and trying to…
What happened last night?
I woke up in the kitchen with bruises all over my body. Everything hurt like I had been twisted in a hurricane. What happened last night? Why do I remember only parts of it? I went to bed at around 10 p.m. despite it being a Friday night. I wanted to fall asleep. Not because…