I woke mid afternoon with light shinning through my open curtains beating down onto my skin and causing a light sweat to rise from my body. I rise from bed knowing i wouldnt be going to work today. As i stare at the napkin lying next to me on the nightstand i feel a bit of guilt rising from my body. "Why did i do that? I could have quite possibly killed the heart of someone who was already dead. I was drunk, though, not in my right mind when i did all of that. But ashley, she told me to do it. Why do i feel so awful?"

I found myself rambling on and on outloud as my headache began getting worse and worse. I hadn’t eaten for days, but anything i had drank deffinatley felt like coming up. As i rushed into the bathroom and hang my head over the toliet i realize, it isnt the hangover making me sick. Its the guilt. As i finish hurling my guilt into the toliet, i flush and run into my bedroom. I brab the napkin and throw it in the wastebasket only hoping that there will be more garbage to cover it up.

I look around my room and notice how i have left cleaning to be the least of my priorities lately. I didnt care. I walk into the kitchen noticing cups piled in the sink, but no plates or utencils to be found in the sink. I begin feeling a bit hungry and open the small refrigerator. As i look inside i see lonely condoments followed by old letuce that was going bad. I threw the lettuce in the trashcan and went into the cubbard looking for possibly some cereal. All i found was some penut butter and stale crackers. Needless to say, it was the worst breakfast i had ever eaten.

I sit at the table a while longer thinking as you come from the hallway that leads to other rooms in the house. You sit down in front of me with a sad look upon your face. Knowing i caused it, i looked away. I sat there with you in silence as i realized that i had so many unanswered questions. Questions only you knew the answer to.