I smashed the door to my room. I felt everything - a stomach pain, a headache, loneliness, anger, teardrops fighting their way out…. As if somebody tied me and tried to bind my eyes, I was screaming inside…. Heavy breathing.
I quickly took the box from its hideout and my breath stopped for a moment. I was getting calmer.
“ I missed you…”
“ Who else I would…”
“Don’t worry beauty, you can rest now.”
I was carefully touching them with my hand shaking. They scare me and please me at the same time. Sensual. Obscene. My memories, their stories.
I cried with relief and deep down I knew that I torture them, I’m selfish, I’m selfish, selfish to the bones.