I am experimenting with some creative short fiction so here is the first part of a larger story. I hope you enjoy it.
She can’t sleep most nights because her thoughts keep her up. They spiral through her brain in a never-ending loop. Flashes from the past haunt her memory, leaving her feeling defeated. It feels like life has been sucked out of her. She lies in bed starting at the ceiling, following the pattern etched into it.
Why can’t she make this stop? Why is she being tortured this way?
She doesn’t believe that she’s a bad person. Sure she’s not perfect, but who is? She tries her best at life, but life doesn’t seem to care. She’s going to suffer and there’s nothing she can do about it.
Maybe death would be a better alternative…