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Bad memories

Carla made her way up to her flat as fats as she could, hoping she wouldn't see anyone and have to face their intrested stares and words that mean absolutely nothing.

Michelle and Rob were with her. That morning when they had come to collect her and bring her home, they had told her that everyone was wishing her well, and wanted to see her soon.

Carla hadn't wanted to hear it though, she had just wanted to come back to her flat and hide. Hide from everyone, hide from the questions and the looks. The looks of pity mixed with curiosity, becuase that's what they were, curious. Yeah, they wanted to make sure she was all right but they also wanted all the gory details, Carla knew them way too well.

She pushed the key into the lock and entered the flat, it was exactly the same as it had been when she left it two weeks ago, it didn't feel like two weeks though, it felt so much longer, like she hadn't been here in years.

When Frank was here she didn't have time to think about what he was doing to her, she would always be worried about what he would do next, not what he had done.

But now he wasn't here, she would look at something and remember what he had done to her. The table, the cupboards, the door. Carla swallowed, it suddenly all seemed so real, he was gone, but the memories weren't, the bad memories that had been plaguing her dreams at the hospital, that would be plaguing her dreams here.

"You all right?" Michelle asked softly, standing at Carla's side.

"Yeah, skipping and dancing." Carla said sarcastically.

"It'll be fine." Michelle said, hoping that it would be.

"Yeah, maybe." Carla sighed. She flooped down on to the sofa, about to turn the TV on when she thought of something. She made her way into the bedroom and looked. All his stuff was still here, 'time to change that', she thought, making her way to the kitchen and grabbing a bin bag.

"What are you doing?" Rob asked.

"Getting rid of him." Carla answered, going back into the bedroom.

She flung open the wardrobe and pulled all of his clothes out, stuffing them into the bin bag, and then moving on to the draws. Soon everything that belonged to him, or he bought or he used was in one of three bursting black bin bags.

After a final check she found the wedding dress, her wedding dress, which she got married to him in. Pulling it off the hanger she grabbed some scissors and started cutting away at the material until it was in shreds, she stuffed the remains into one of the bags and picked up a box of matches from the side and a bottle of beer from the fridge.

Grabbing the bags she opened the door to the flat and made her way on to the street.

"Carla, what are you doing?" Michelle asked.

Carla didn't answer, just chucked the bags on to the cobbles and pulling out the beer.

"Carla." Rob sighed.

She opened the bottle and poured it over the bags before ligthing a match and chucking it onto the bags. They burst into flame and Carla just stood there, staring at the flames which danced about.

Suddenly she turned round and ran back to her flat, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know why she was crying, he was gone, he was going to be shut up for years and she would never have to see him again. He was out of her life, forever.

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