Figment.

It was one fine morning, but when I opened my eyes, waking up, memories flooded back reminding me of all the pain I was going through. It’s been like this for almost a year after I left it all behind in the old town. When I came home to London, I acted strong and faked my happiness but that didn’t help me. The more I ran from my pain it caught up to me really fast. My mind went somewhere for a second, and I started having episodes of panic starting to cry in the middle of my work.

I didn’t know how to cope with that huge loss in my life. I grew up with Jay and Vian. They were like a part of me and I had no idea how to live without them. It’s not like I get a manual or something. The days went by without getting enough sleep, not eating properly, and I felt like I was crying for my entire life.

I took three more part-time jobs to work along with the one I had in the pizza place. I kept myself busy and I never let myself get home until I w