Haunted by Memories
Chp.14
Disclaimer in first chapter
Song is in {}
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{Saving me, raping me}
Oh, bollocks. Is it ever going to quit tormenting me with stuff I really don't want to remember? The bloody song just brings back to many bad memories. That I wish I could forget.
I know she forgave me for it. It's just the one thing that I never wanted to do, especially to her. I still see her in my mind. Lying there on that cold, white linoleum, crying. The harsh words she said to me. I know I deserved everything she said and more.. When I did that she should have staked me, ended her torment and mine. She didn't though, and when she seen me in the basement of the school, I figured that was what she was there for, but she just wanted information. I gave it to her of course, even though I was half outta my mind.
I stare at the bottle held tightly in between my hands; I've drunk half of it in the span of one fucking song. The memories it brought back to me in shiny, vivid, bright colors. The one I'll never live down. The one that will always haunt me, the last line says it all. She saved me, I. . . "God!" I shout as I pound on the bar with my fist.
I finally decide to just get up, with my bottle in hand and walk out of this torture.
As I walk away the last line of the song plays out. I drop my fag to the floor and stomp it out. As my hand lies on the door to push it open I look up. "Blessed bloody peace, finally." I mumble under my breath. I don't want to be reminded of these memories that are running rampant in brain, but it is all I have of her, at this moment and I hold onto them like a drowning man to a life raft.
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(Thanks to the person that left a review, I'm sorry I forgot your name. It's nice to know people are actually reading this.)
Chp.14
Disclaimer in first chapter
Song is in {}
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{Saving me, raping me}
Oh, bollocks. Is it ever going to quit tormenting me with stuff I really don't want to remember? The bloody song just brings back to many bad memories. That I wish I could forget.
I know she forgave me for it. It's just the one thing that I never wanted to do, especially to her. I still see her in my mind. Lying there on that cold, white linoleum, crying. The harsh words she said to me. I know I deserved everything she said and more.. When I did that she should have staked me, ended her torment and mine. She didn't though, and when she seen me in the basement of the school, I figured that was what she was there for, but she just wanted information. I gave it to her of course, even though I was half outta my mind.
I stare at the bottle held tightly in between my hands; I've drunk half of it in the span of one fucking song. The memories it brought back to me in shiny, vivid, bright colors. The one I'll never live down. The one that will always haunt me, the last line says it all. She saved me, I. . . "God!" I shout as I pound on the bar with my fist.
I finally decide to just get up, with my bottle in hand and walk out of this torture.
As I walk away the last line of the song plays out. I drop my fag to the floor and stomp it out. As my hand lies on the door to push it open I look up. "Blessed bloody peace, finally." I mumble under my breath. I don't want to be reminded of these memories that are running rampant in brain, but it is all I have of her, at this moment and I hold onto them like a drowning man to a life raft.
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(Thanks to the person that left a review, I'm sorry I forgot your name. It's nice to know people are actually reading this.)