For the second time, my eyes snapped open.
Sweat ran from the top of my head even though I felt ice cold. Numbness had me completely still. My lips shielded the scream that thrashed to escape from my lungs.
It was now 12:06. This must be some type of joke.
You’ve done this to me.
I thought you cared.
I thought I could trust you.
I gave you my heart but instead of gently placing it down you shattered it under your own bloody feet.
I hope I can get my revenge.
I won’t rest until the day you die.
If I could think of anything more painful to say I would, but for now I just hope you croak.
Though the sad this is…. I don’t hate you at all.
“William!” I screamed to the empty room.
The only thing that answered was a tear slipping from the corner of my eye.
I sat up while the sheets tried to unstick themselves from my perspiring body.
Now sitting upright, I felt as if I might fall right back down.
I left myself limp to fall to the bed but instead crashed to the bleak floorboards.