Prologue

Sleep is inevitable, but my mind won't allow it. I stare at the clock as it starts counting away my life. The worries that go through my mind about her won't stop until I know she's safe. My eyes begin to shut and unconsciousness begins to take me. I wake up not a minute later, my heart begins to race, pumping the blood to my head, my breathing accelerates. Where is she? Is she okay? Is that her? My phone sent off an earthquake to my nightstand. A sudden realization came upon me that it was only my friend replying to a text I had sent earlier. I slowly began to calm myself, holding back the tears that have begun to form.

My mind starts replaying the afternoon that I last saw her, her sunken eyes, her flushed face, the look that she had been through hell which had startled me. I cradled her in my arms as I wept silently, afraid of having to let her go. It was nearly unbearable to be able to look into her beautiful eyes in the state she was in. The thought of the possibility I might have been able to stifle what she did to herself makes me cringe with such a hateful resentment to myself. But unfortunate it is that the only doctor to help is time itself, but will it heal all wounds?

Sleep commences to consume me, and I drift off to a land without worries or regrets.