8 Chapter 2A (1/2)

”Nightmares are releases” – Sylvia Browne

September 2nd 2013; 3:12am

I opened my eyes with a start and sat up in my bed, looking out into the darkness. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on my forehead and my heart was racing.

Where's Lolita?

I hastily reached over the side of my bed and switched on my lamp.

A sickening feeling settled in the pit of my stomach so I got off my bed and ran to the bathroom, bile rising my throat. I opened the toilet just as the vomit came rushing out of my mouth.

Panting, I sat on the floor and called out Lolita's name

All I wanted to do was hold her, tell her that I was sorry about that night, about everything.

I needed her to know that we would be together forever and that I would never let her go.

Never again.

I wanted her to tell me she loved me and that it wasn't my fault; but it was.

It had all been my fault although I wasn't ready to accept it just yet

Silence was my only answer as I called out her name once more. Slowly, I shook my head and hugged my knees to my chest, rocking myself back and forth.

Lolita was gone.

”It wasn't my fault,” I muttered desperately to myself as if trying to believe what everyone had told me countless of times. The wind blew in through the bathroom window, causing a violent shiver to run through me.

I picked myself up off the floor and after flushing the toilet, I stared at myself in the mirror.

”School” a taunting voice whispered in my head.

Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair and tried to calm my heart that was still racing a mile a minute. After a few more huge breaths, I picked my toothbrush and began cleaning my teeth, desperately trying to get the nasty taste of bile out of my mouth. When I was done, I splashed some water over my face and stared at myself in the mirror once more.

Bright green eyes stared back at me.