Melanie.
Present day. Next day…
It's Sunday; morning after the party. And I can't get rid of the guilt that floods me, after last night's party.
I was miserable all through the night and barely slept. I tossed all night. Plagued with nightmares.
I saw Malachi countless times in my dreams, shooting me, like he shot that man.
I pull out of bed and go to the bathroom. My eyes catch sight of my face in the mirror and I swear I look haggard. My hair in a loose bun, dark circles under my eyes.
"What have you done, Melanie? You're a f***ing slut." My hands on the sink tremble.
I hate myself. Tears flow down my eyes, as I can't recognize myself. Seeking vengeance from a man, who I obviously still have love for. Worse, using marriage to another to accomplish my aim.
I brush my teeth and try to have a shower. After showering, my tears lessen. I pull up a white 'T' shirt and blue jeans. I need to go and see Joanna later at our hang out spot. I need to distress.
