Why, why is my life like this?! Why am I always being hurt? Why can't I catch a break? Why? Just why? I just want to die. He comes back in. This time he gives me a lot of heroin. Alot. He likes it when I'm fucked up. When I'm strung out I still fight and try to stop him and everything he loves, I just, im so weak that he can do whatever and I basically just lay there with my fragile body. He likes to force me to suck him. He makes me gag and sometimes I throw up, that seems to make him feel even better, like he's accomplished something great. My throat sometimes feels like a knife has been shoved up and down it. I can taste blood sometimes too. Something is wrong. I don't feel right. Oh god. "Something is wrong!" I slurred. "You're fine shut up whore!" He gets on top of me. Everything goes black. Pitch black.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
The Light.
FiccióAs Ash struggles with the difficulty of deciding to go into the light, or fight to live, his daughter North, stays with a family member, where she has to fight depression, sexual abuse, and her new love for drugs, all at the age of sixteen.
