52

Days passed of me worrying, imagining every second of the terror that fills me, I had never had a week to process everything before it even happened. The shivers that felt me up in the wrong way, my hands shivered as I pulled for the comforter on a hot sunny night. Sweat built up on my forehead as I tried closing my eyes, I just wanted sleep but all that roamed my mind was how much it would burn, how much it would hurt.

I turned to the side as I felt a hand creep up to my side as I swatted it away. Nolan was fast asleep luckily. I opened my eyes widely and went to the kitchen, I couldn't face the darkness anymore. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured myself a glass of cold water, to wake me up. The clock read 5:00 am as I wiped my head furiously. I needed something to cool my mind, I crept back into the bedroom and changed into some leggings and a tank top, I wrote a note on the desk and took off on a run, just to feel better to feel clear.

The wind brushed my hair as I pus