Another glass of tequila pressed against my lips.
I stopped counting after the 9th shot.
Hopefully I forget about you permanently after this.
Usually helps. The alcohol.
It’s been tough lately trying to rest.
The liquor though. It cradles me to sleep.
But once I wake up, I start remembering. Everything.
Your veins. Becoming more and more visible every time you clench your fists.
Your voice. Increasing after every sentence.
Your face. The anger smeared all over your face.
The door slamming. Left a dreadful echo.
The tears constantly streaming down my face then hitting the cold floor beneath my pale feet.
My voice… It was getting really shaky  after every beg and plead.
I don’t want to turn around in bed. I know you’re not there anymore but I just don’t want to believe it.
I see Satan in the corner, smiling.
He points down at my hand. It’s a drink…
Please stop ******* with me you evil little *****.
Go to hell.
Stop torturing me.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.
Maybe if I drink whatever is in this cup, he’ll go away.
This one tastes different…
Really ******* disgusting actually.
It’s like a metallic taste. Very unusual.
Something is dripping onto my shirt.
Is there a leak in the ceiling?
It’s red. Like the drink I just had. Did I spill on myself?
Maybe it’s wine? Maybe. I’m not a big fan of wine.
It’s dripping tremendously now.
Blood? Is it blood? Am I bleeding?
What’s going on here? What did I do?
I feel a pair of ridiculously warm hands wrapping around my throat. Their  hands are burning me…
These hands are squeezing tighter now.
LET ME GO!
I’m not in the same room anymore.
It’s really dark in here. Can someone turn on a light please?
Is anybody out there?
Please don’t leave me here alone…
There is still blood dripping.
My whole body is drenched in blood now.
What did I do?...
Now I’m on my knees screaming to the heavens to help me.
HEAR MY CRY!
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
DON’T LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS, PLEASE!
- Edith P.