It's hard to remember a time where everything was perfect. Where life wasn't so bad. Where I felt like I had a purpose.
If I really had too remember, it'd be the first memory I ever had. Where friends were overrated and family made my world go round.
Now, before I go into details about this particular story. You should be warned, it's graphic, disturbing, dangerous, and one hundred percent nonfiction. Stay tuned... if you dare.
YOU ARE READING
Alone
Non-FictionThere's a hole you can't get out of. Filled with quick sand. The more you cry for help... the more you sink.
