How My Life Was Ruined

108: The Past - XI

The days after that incident – after that tragedy – I don’t remember it that much. It was just a dark time I spent in my dark room with my curtains closed off and with no source of light inside.

I just stayed in my bed for days with the blanket wrapped all over me like I was a delicate package to be handled with care. Which at that time, I was. Even the action of wrapping myself with a blanket was probably born out of a subconscious desire to protect myself. I was this close on the brink of collapsing after all. That blanket acted as a thin shell enveloping my broken soul, trying to heal my soul with its burning warmth.

With that warmth, I tried to burn away the memories of that day. But I wasn’t able to. The memories I tried to suppress always found a way to crawl up my brain and heart coming off as an evil surprise every time. Even though I shouldn’t be surprised.

This tormented me for the whole two weeks.

Every time I tried to forget that tragedy ever happened, flashbacks of the ev