Eighty Nine

Madison stared at the clothes scattered on the floor of her room absentmindedly, with her mind already miles away.

She hadn't been able to get any sleep last night because she could not stop thinking about everything that had happened.

She spent the whole night crying, and now she was just wishing that there was a way to erase the memory completely but there wasn’t.

The flashback was stuck in her head, replaying over and over like a loop, and the more she tried to stop thinking about it, the more vivid the memories became.

As she lowered her head to the pillow, a sound interrupted her, and she quickly rushed to the door when she heard someone knocking.

She already knew who it was, and slowly she opened the door to let Gina in.

The second Gina walked in, Madison returned to her bed slowly and let herself sink to the floor, while her friend paused at the door, staring at the haphazard room in disarray.

She quickly rushed to Madison, plopping down next to her, and then she asked, “Wh