Daniel

Everything just hurt. Breathing hurt. Swallowing hurt. My back hurt. My backside hurt. My legs and arms felt heavy as if I had been carrying rocks up thousands of stairs. I could barely keep my eyes open and when I did, I would look out the window at the rain and then I wasn't in Ev's apartment anymore. I ended up in a different room with different windows; different smells; different memories.

Nights blended into days. Days into nights.

I barely ate anything. I wasn't hungry. I was just tired. Tired and numb.

I barely talked to Ev. Sometimes he would appear in front of me and he would sit down on the floor between the bed and the window. He would sketch something or hum me a song. He would even talk to me. I rarely answered. When I couldn't handle the weight of his eyes anymore, I turned around and covered my face with the bedding.

I tried to fall asleep as much as I could. Hoping this feeling would be gone when I woke up. But it was always there.

I tried to fall asleep as much as I could. But even while dreaming I wasn't safe from my memories.

I tried to fall asleep as much as I could. Not even sure if I was alive anymore.