Not a good morning at all
I open my eyes and I’m scared. I can’t breathe, my heart is going ten to the dozen and there’s no way of controlling it. I try to catch some air, but my mouth is dry and like dough, my legs are paralyzed. I grab my cellphone, ready to text Sam, but the thoughts get confused again. Dear God, what s**t did Davon give me last night?
Like a boomerang, what happened last night reminds me again why things are not turning out the way they should be.
“How are you?” I ask in my concern the minute I see Madison in the lounge. Panic and self-hatred combined, both hiding behind the smile I’m trying to show. I’m actually in tears without as much as realizing it and every harmless word rumbles within me like thunder.
Stupid f*****g waking nightmares, day after day, l
