Freedom | 50 Word Story
His smile was the first thing I saw. I wasn’t looking. That’s what they call it when you’re 21 and goofy – looking. He made me pay attention. But he also lied. The beatings came first, then the pills. Today, I’m going to end it all and I know exactly how.
I think the dark part of my writing is slowly coming back. @ruth-girl would probably ask if I've killed anyone already. Well, not yet. LOL. We'll get there.
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