Chapter Twenty-EightRoe
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Roe
Ten days later
I haven’t left my room in days. Hours. Months. Seconds. Centuries. Time has no meaning anymore.
The blinds are sealed tight, my blanket is warm, and I am cocooned in my dark little nest.
My chest hurts. I am numb. It’s a confusing and complicated feeling and I can't help but push it down, down, down.
I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to remember.
But I do.
"This is how I break you.”
I feel his hot breath on my neck even now as he leaned in close, the disgustingly sweet stench of apricots sizzling my nose hairs.
I can smell it now.
For the dozenth time, I throw off my blanket and rush to the bathroom, shoving my head down the toilet bowl before I retch into it. My stomach muscles clench painfully as they try to force out the contents of my stomach, which is nothing but bile at this point.
After flushing and washing out my mouth, I am back in my cocoon. Back to not thinking. Back to barely existing. To wishing I wasn't. To nothing.