Warning: This is a severely dark drabble. Violence, dark themes, alcoholism, and rated M for sexual content. You have been warned.
The Catch: Have you ever read a story and wished you could choose what happens next? Well….NOW YOU CAN! I write 3 chapters, give you a choice, and YOU pick the decision of the character. Cool, huh? Its just like those "Pick Your Own Adventure" stories you might have read as a kid.
Summary: She's in an unidentified location. She prays. She weeps. Just forty winks, and she'll be home.
They are not beautiful.
No, they are polluted with the soil of my transgressions.
They are shameful.
They are on the image of the person I don't recognize.
Imprinted on my soul, I scratch them with my fingernails, until the blood drips.
I lied. Before. I don't even see an image.
Because if I did, I would pour the blackest tar over the deepest crevices of my being.
But I try to hold on to the good memories.
I can remember bits and pieces.
The tug of my pigtails.
The color of emerald eyes.
But it doesn't stop my feet from hovering over the edge.
So I jump.