“Why I can’t freaking sleep dammit. Why does this has to happen now. ” Amber grunted annoyedly, pulling her hair. And she feared that at this rate it won’t be long before she would go bald.
She was frustrated at the same time sad. She wanted those horrifying images out of her mind and at the moment it seemed to be the thing engulfing her mind. Ever since that day she had been loathing herself, blaming herself for her mother’s death.
And these nightmares never did good to her except making her hate herself even more. No matter how hard she would try to forget all about it and move on, she couldn’t.
She so desperately wanted to tell herself that- ‘it wasn’t her fault.’ but how could she when to her those were mere empty words that she didn’t believe herself either. In front of her brothe
