saf's pov
It hurt. Everything hurt.
My head was aching as though someone had shoved a metal pipe through my skull.
My cheeks were throbbing with heat, my exhausted legs buckled beneath me. They kept screaming at me, the voices. They kept playing the memories over and over. Watching the bad ones wasnt even the worst. It was the way they twisted the good ones.
'He didn't want your frail body and ugly face, with your dull eyes and limp hair. He wanted sex, its all he ever wanted'
They showed me the day of the sunset, when he was playing with my hair, the way he stared at my ass and boobs.
'No one wants you.'
'Stop!' I howled, pressing my palms to my ears rolling around in a ball on the marble floor.
But they just got louder and louder.
I dragged myself to the bathroom counter, weak from giving up. My hand stumbled across the highest shelf, knocking off tubes and bottles until i found a small container in the back corner.
Take for eternal happiness.
