[TRIGGER WARNING!!! R-18 Themes of sexual violence and self harm. May cause discomfort and potentially distressing material. Reader discretion is advised.]
I don't want to remember this. Make it go away. Without a thought, I slap myself. Again and again. I just want these thoughts to stop. I'll do anything to make them go away. They still won't go away. Slamming my hand against the console over and over. There's a sense of panic in my actions. Even after all this time, he doesn't leave my thoughts. He's like the devil incarnate sent here to bring me nothing but misery and pain. I can't stop crying. Breathing feels impossible. Resting my head on the steering wheel, I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. He's not here. He's not here. You're free from him.
