How did I spend the rest of my day? I wouldn’t be able to tell you because I simply slipped in and out of consciousness throughout. It did nothing to cure the sadness nestled under my bones, but it gave me a pass to not deal with reality as much as necessary.
Mentally, I was on a cliff somewhere far away, contemplating falling, and continuously screaming for someone to help me and save me from flinging myself over the edge.
And the screams echoed back to me. They echoed back to me even as I survived through the next day, faking a smile, faking interest in conversations, and faking my existence.
I felt dead. Even more dead than I had been after the car accident.
The sun dimmed, or I was too tired to open my eyes wider than required to see. My heart had plummeted into a pool of oblivion,
