I Wasn't Going To Let My Plans Fail

Cassy's POV

I still laid on my bed with the tears rolling down my eyes, staring at the ceiling as I basked in the shame caused by the disappointment of loosing the first attempt of my recovery plan.

At some point, the eyes which had tears rolling down were becoming weakened, and slowly closing as I laid on the bed. Soon, all I saw was just darkness and another world, which even though was my imagination and my mind, didn't still exempt me from the shame and torture which I faced in the real world.

It was as though the reminisce of what had occured had continued in the dreaming, and haunting as well, as I continued to cry and wish that what had occured never had occurred.

But a knock on the door saved me from this trauma. I could overhear it from the distant world I was in, and I turned round in my dream to trace the source of the sound, with a compelling force on me to awake and address the banging door.

I jerked off the bed and walked with sleepy eyes and feet towards the door, and p