I Told You So

Sam tried to start a new life. A new job, a new home, new friends, and a new boyfriend. But doesn't the past always catch up with you no matter where you go? You can't escape it. It will always come back to haunt you. May even try to come back into your life. The past should always stay in the past right? Don't say I didn't tell you so.

(Disclaimer: There is self harm in this story so proceed with caution if you are sensitive to the subject)


1. Starting Over

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!? PLEASE JUST STOP IT HURTS TOO MUCH! HAVEN'T YOU PUT ME THROUGH ENOUGH PAIN YET!?" I quickly sit up with a quick gasp of breath from my sleep and start to shake slightly. Why does this keep happening to me? Why can't I just escape this reoccurring hell? I thought starting new would be easier than this, but as it turns out it's just not. I glance over at my clock which was glowing big, bright, red numbers showing it was 4 in the morning. Great, another day of less sleep than needed. I still have to go to work, which is probably the highlight of my day, everyday. Yes, I may see dead bodies all the time and then have to figure out what happened but hey, it's what I love to do. My co-workers, Zoey, Chloe, Luke, and Justin have been working on meaningless stuff lately, we haven't gotten much of anything good lately. I slowly ease myself off my bed, becoming fully awake as my feet touch the cold, hard floor. I noticed that I was still shaking a little from the dream I just had so I couldn't walk as steady as I planned to. I scramble to my feet and walk unsteadily to the bathroom which is all the way on the other side of the room. Why is the bathroom so far away? I mumble under my breath to myself. I manage to reach the door frame and flip the switch on the other side of the wall for the light. The light killed my eyes, it stung like a bunch of tiny little men with bayonets charging at me full force. God, look at me, I'm a mess. I stare at myself in the long, rectangular mirror for a while, noticing every little flaw on my face. The bags under my eyes from all the sleepless nights that crying myself to sleep didn't even work, the Mount Everest replicas taking over my face, the dullness in color and contrast in my brown eyes that slowly came about, the scars that were left behind after all the pain. I can't escape this nightmare can I? Not even if I try? Can I really? I stare blankly for a while longer before finally snapping out of my trance and realizing that I actually have to go to work today and be a normal person. I force myself to get ready for the long day ahead of me knowing that when my day ends, it's only the beginning of something else coming back to haunt me.

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