I saw someone pointing a gun at me. The person was at a distance and came towards me in small and slow steps. As he got closer, I could see his face clearer. He pressed the trigger. The bullet fired. I gasped for air, calling out his name. Ansh! The nightmares were back. My brain had messed up again. And every time this happens, my heart suffers. I was sweating crazy, I could feel my heart in my throat. I had stopped taking the pills. The doctor didn't tell me to stop the pills...it was my intellectual decision.
I was in my bed. In my room. In Southwark. In London. Red curtains, red sheets....Red was my favorite color now. Alone and tired. Tired of being alone and tired of being tired. My head hurt. My stomach felt weird. And then it hit me...How the hell I reached here! I rushed to Mum.
