Under The Influence

**TRACY SCOTT**~Day Nine

The worse kind of feeling is falling asleep while crying, you wake up with a massive headache, runny nose, a heavy heart and the inability to do anything else except lay in one spot and think about your life.

I remember crying ever night after my mom died. I'd cry while staring at her pictures, watching our old videos locked up in my room away from everyone else and the world.

It feels as though history is repeating itself a second time.

I'm crying over the loss of someone I love.

First it was my mother, now it's Antony . My bodyguard. How ironic.

A married man who I'm supposed to have no emotional attachment for, yet can't get him off my mind even in death.

It should be evening by now considering the sun had gone down and it was dark outside.

"Finally. She wakes!"

Tina exclaimed, clapping her hands as she walked in. "I was considering strangling you while you're asleep, but I rather prefer you die extremely painful. I want my face to be the last thing you see