The cold air streaked across my face. The cold air twisted around my breath turning it into a white vapor. I could here the sirens in the background blaring. The echo making one car sound like a thousand. Pretty soon the noise faded and I was left with myself. I returned back to my motel room. The smell of smoke suffocated the air. I sat in my bed. Alone. I was all alone. When I was younger my whole family of four got in a car accident. I was a "miracle" for surviving. A miracle that they wanted to put into a orphanage. I was 13 then and I am 17. I reached and my desk and grabbed my pills. They have become the only way I live with myself. I want to forget. I need to forget.
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ActionTessa's world is shaped up with fear. She has a dam built up. Will she let anything through
