Josie
I didn't know what broke inside me first — the ache in my chest or the rage in my throat. The sheets tangled around my legs felt suffocating, mocking me with the faint scent of a night I didn't even understand anymore. My hands trembled as I grabbed them and tossed them down, the fabric hitting the ground with a harsh thud that sounded too much like everything I was feeling — messy, angry, exhausted.
The room was spinning. My heartbeat echoed in my ears like a drum that wouldn't stop. I wanted to scream until my lungs gave out, but all that came out were sobs that tore at my throat. I slid down against the edge of the bed, my knees hitting the cold floor as I pressed my palms over my face. My tears were hot, relentless.
Why were they treating me like this? Why did every second with them feel like a war I never signed up for?
I didn't even hear the door creak open — didn't even feel the shift in the air until I heard his voice.
