Is it all worth it? This pain that I am going through. One so severe that I have to curl up on the cold tiles of my bathroom, while chilly water from the shower sprays down on me.
I don't think so.
My teeth are clattering, and my throat is sore from constant crying.
"Why is my life like this?" I have asked myself up to a thousand times.
Why do I keep hitting a brick wall? A dead end?
Coming out of jail should have that light at the end of the dark tunnel. But all I am still seeing is darkness.
I remember te cold look Michael had given me when he first set his eyes on me, and a cold shiver runs down my spine.
Then I scream, "Arrrrrghhh!!!"
A knock bangs on the motel door a second later. I ignore it, choosing to continue sobbing. But when the knock doesn't stop, I manage to drag my soaked body to my feet and towards the door, barely tying the robe properly.
