"using him as an anchor ..."

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my best friend whom i think of as a brother, the brother i never had, hugged me as a way to thank me, to show gratitude.
I hugged him back tightly as I tried to keep myself from vomiting because of the feeling of hands touching me other than shaking hands, I was suddenly transported into the past, my mind filled with painful and haunting memories. It felt like i was reliving each one in painful detail, as if i was actually there. Fragments of my past resurfaced, darkness, hands, crying, anguish, blood, pain. I kept hugging him as I closed my eyes tightly, now using him as an anchor keeping me from getting submerged back into the maze of memories.
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