I can still feel you grab me. I can still feel your touch. I can still hear your words. They still make me sick. I should have stopped it before. It just keeps getting worse. I still feel you. I still feel the panic rising in my chest. I still can't catch my breath. I never thought it was a big deal. It's my fault isn't it? I never really said no... It's my fault for letting you right? I can still feel it.......But it's my fault. I'll just go take something for the pain. I'll take something to forget. I'll have someone else touch me, to replace the feel of your touch. Maybe I'll stop getting so sick at the feel of someone else.
YOU ARE READING
The book I'll never write
RandomKinda like short stories. They are a story all in their own but don't have enough to be a full book.
