Forever His & His Ghost

Part 2: Chapter 9: Paris here I Come

    Popping the handful of meds with my morning coffee, staring at that stupid phone made me angry every day. Coming home with high hopes ten minutes before the clock struck twelve marking a new year more than eight weeks ago made me feel like I could do anything. I could still feel the way my heart sped out of my chest as I turned it on and the phone lit up a bright blue, I remember how I couldn't breathe waiting for it to finish loading, only to have that sudden feeling of the air being forced out of me and my world to come crashing around me when the screen only began rolling with that blue background. It never stopped, it never showed a picture, it wouldn't even let me access any of the apps on it. That night I threw the phone, I stomped on it, I screamed, punched