Silence. All I heard was silence, and the deafening churn of the pumping machine that was my brain. It wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, thinking. The darkness and emptiness of the room was so oppressive, so suffocating, as though it were the ghosts of my mistakes, coming to taunt me.
Fiction: Essay - Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 769 - Published: 2-22-13 - Complete