"I stopped didn't I?" You spat in disbelief when I stayed quiet, eyes piercing every harsh memory into place. "Why are you still going at it?! Are you really this desperate?"

How riveting for you to think you're the only reason.

"You still hate me so why are you asking me this?"

You dragged me home when I started to shake when you didn't deny or answer. All the way home you kept saying how much of an idiot I am, and how insane I truly am for being hung up on you despite what I did, what you've said.

You didn't notice how rough you were.

I couldn't take it.

That's why everything blurred again and I lost myself in the middle of the street.