Daily Short Stories from The Penned Sleuth

I massaged my arm, thinking about what he told me. These monsters that plagued me were figments of my imagination. Yet, the pain felt so real. To add to it, they didn't believe me, not even him. He walked out and I was alone with these pains. Both in my arm and in my heart. I thought these creatures had left me long ago, but now I know they never will. You can also read the story here: https://www.thepennedsleuth.com/short-stories/the-return