Status: work in progress
The Child Is Gone
Three.
I should sleep, one part of my tired mind kept repeating. Sleep would do me good. If I slept I wouldn't have to think, and that would be a wonderful thing.
But I knew sleep elude me. I couldn't rest. I was a mess and I needed to pull myself back together.
The face in the mirror looked back at me with dead eyes. I wanted to cry but the tears refused to come. I was all cried out.
I felt so unclean. I should shower.
No.
I should call someone. But who? Who to trust? Who would believe me?
But I knew sleep elude me. I couldn't rest. I was a mess and I needed to pull myself back together.
The face in the mirror looked back at me with dead eyes. I wanted to cry but the tears refused to come. I was all cried out.
I felt so unclean. I should shower.
No.
I should call someone. But who? Who to trust? Who would believe me?