Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Cold. That‘s how the water felt as it poured over my naked body. The tiles were cold as I sluned into a sitting position at the bottom. Everything was so cold.

Goosebumps tose on my skin as what felt like tiny pellets of ice spill all over my skin with my knees up to my chest and my forearm resting on top, I bend my head to sink my teeth into the skin of my arm.

A sob racked over me I was numb to the core, I could feel nothing. I bite into my skin harder than before. Still nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to ask god why he would do this to us

Why do we always have to be tortured?

It was not fair.

My black hair curtained around me, sticking to my wet skin. It was night time. After showing Blake to the guest room he had not bothered to come out yet.

I knew I had to expect that. Doctor Gomez did warn me beforehand. But was it stupid to have wished that he wouldn‘t have suffered these kind of complications?

Life was not fair.

I retracted my teeth from my skin, I had tortured myself enough. I needed to be strong For the both of us. It was normal for him to treat me this way, he doesn‘t know me, he doesn‘t remember me

But my fingers, they were a different story, they wanted to wrap around the neck of whomever

close the faucet rather tightly. I imagine wringing their necks for causing my man

away from the faucet. I really hope it‘s not that god forsaken evil boss

had been annoyed enough when I was in the hospital. He kept calling even though I had explained my situation to

towel and wrap it swiftly around my body. My feet treaded

Our room.

it‘s bright light flashing where I left it on the bed. I rolled my eyes groaning slightly. “I‘m coming, I‘m

the caller and relief washed over me seeing Ryan‘s name pop up. Hastily I reach over and curl my fingers

I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the tears roll down

I was not strong. I never was. Blake was the one who was strong and he tried to teach me. How can I do this alone?

I had not answered

think I feel

little because I find myself giggling. I lift my hand to wipe a finger underneath my eyes. “Yeah, I remember when he used to joke about your parents naming you Austin instead when we were younger. Funny how his brain made him think that your name

blurred my vision again. “But he doesn‘t remember me Ryan. He doesn‘t remember me at all. How is that even possible?” I

just go away. Even if his brain can‘t