I started writing this last night at 4 A.M. I have no clue where it's going, but I am super excited to find out! It is written in verse. I've been doing that a lot lately. Maybe it will merge to be a collection of verse stories- who knows.
*I didn't post the prologue because of many reasons. They are just poems. Maybe later though. For now, here is a little bit (a few poems) from PART I. I'm posting this, because I'm not scared of it anymore and I refuse to be ashamed by it.
PART I: EVERYTHING IS SUCH A FREAKING PICNIC
I have to get away from here. This place is a prison
I can feel the heaviness again. I am driving down the road at ninety to nothing, flooring it so I can get home, so I don’t have to do this in the middle of the road alone. My sister’s there. She knows what to do, what to say to me to make me ...