I drown in my office between the piles of work and the countless complaints from angry customers. Whenever I try to get up and sneak to the bathroom to try and rest I get sent back to my desk. I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace, I throw myself back in the chair admitting defeat.
I rest my head back and stretch, my body is cramped from the constant work, the countless papers and reports, I stare at the bathroom door slowly zoning out, I start thinking of what I should get for lunch but then I slowly start sinking in my thoughts, my brain keeps going back to that one memory from my childhood that still haunts me till this day…
The screaming…
The blood…
My mother’s corpse…
It's been almost 10 years but I still can’t get over it, I already went through a ton of therapy and yet I still can’t get that damned image out of my head, all that blood still makes me nauseous till this day.
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