132. SHOULDN’T HAVE

KATERINA

I was too quiet, too overwhelmed with guilt, that I eventually slept off in the back of the car, my head filled with thoughts of how he was doing, praying deep within myself that nothing happened to him.

I woke up the next morning in my bedroom, and the guilt hit me again. Harder, this time. I swallowed, resting my head against the headboard with different thoughts swirling in my head. I checked the table for my phone but did not see it.

I recalled walking inside here but not too well, I recalled taking off my bloodied clothes and taking a hot shower where I scrubbed off the blood and dirt. Then I changed into soft, cotton pyjamas and retired to bed.

All that seemed like a dream now, the only evidence being the PJs I had on me. The memories seemed like a blur, and I hadn't even been drunk.

"Where did they keep the backpack?" I asked no one in particular, looking around in search of it.

I had wanted to call him, see if he was alright. I had no idea how work was even going too