Was it worth it?
"Was it worth it?" I whisper in question.
I am standing in my bathroom, and I have switched off the lights. I can't bear to look at myself.
Its day 2 after I was rejected and discarded to the side. I have been throwing up and not able to wake up. My whole body is breaking into sweat, I had to go to the hospital again today, where the doctors told me what I already knew: my body was under massive trauma, I am still battling with the aftermath.
What they didn't tell me and what I couldn't tell them is that all my traumas were triggered when I talked to Trevor.
Trevor.
Even thinking about his name in my head makes me double on the sink and heave. I have never experienced this in my whole life. The sheer pain in my heart, I can feel it, I can taste it, coursing through my whole body.
