HER

She's dead... I didn't mean for her to die, it was an argument - an argument that didn't stop. She kept going on about Eleanor, kept reminding me how imperfect I was, how my mistakes were unforgivable. What was I meant to do, I screamed my protests, told her it was enough. How many times … Continue reading HER

The Howls of the Night

It was the third night in a row. The third night they’d awoken me with their singing. The third night they’d awoken me with their unnecessary praises. The third night I’d sat up drinking myself to sleep and being unsuccessful each time. No matter how much I tried to block them out, emotionally and physically, … Continue reading The Howls of the Night