Day 1

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Date: Unknown
Time: Morning

I woke up with the taste of iron on my tongue.
The room smelled of damp wood and something I couldn’t name.
I couldn’t remember how I got home,
but I could remember the blood.
The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
I keep seeing shadows between the trees,
hearing footsteps where there should be none,
and feeling eyes that aren’t mine watching me.
I wanted to call her,
my best friend, my anchor, my laughter…
but the phone lay in my hand like it belonged to someone else,
and I knew she wouldn’t answer.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I don’t know who I was that night.
They say it was my fault.
I say it wasn’t.
I write this because no one else will listen.
I write this because the silence is louder than the world.
I write this because if I don’t,
I might disappear completely.

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