Bab 114: CHAPTER 86: A Buried Secret

Andrew's POV: 

Father left my room for about a half an hour from now, but I'm still on the same spot with the same desperate position. I have to change my clothes, I'm aware of that yet why can't I move a muscle?

I told my Father that I'll sleep right away given that I'm tired to death, but here I am still dwelling on the same loop of thoughts inside my mind. I'm damn trapped with iron chains by my own sick mind, while sleep is not even an option.

A part of me just want to strip down from any fabric touching my skin now, and crawl on top of my comfortable bed naked as I was born and then give myself away to a sweet dreamless sleep.

On the other hand, the paranoid version of me wants to go running back to the hospital for Jess, I can hear her calling for me now, the more I think about her the more her voice gets higher and higher. But let's be honest, I'm very conscious that this is all in my head.