Sometimes, I would daydream about what it would be like to live like a normal person.
Away from Jackson.
Away from the nightmares.
Away from everything I had known.
If I hadn't met Jackson at the party two years ago, maybe I could've lived a happier life.
I'm not saying that I blame him, he's a decent guy- it was my fault for not stopping him in this rabbit hole of debts and dreams.
But then, who can I blame for dreaming about being able to buy some nice clothes?
Maybe a handbag, a nice car, and a decent meal.
It was all just a dream, I knew, but it was my only haven to escape the harsh reality I had forced myself into- and I hated myself for it, every single damn second.
I can never blame Jackson.
Nor the guys.
The only person I can blame is myself.
I believe that I deserve this life.
But even a prisoner would often dream of escaping the harsh realities that they had succumbed to.
I sighed.
I was sitting on the banged-up couch, staring out the window.
The sun was just about to set, and the harsh glare of the sun hurt my eyes.
But, the dream...
Oh, the dream of escaping...
It's a wonderful, hopeless, and torturing dream.
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General Fiction"If you can change one moment in your life, what will you choose?" Claris stared at the letter, mesmerized. What has she got to lose? Her financial situation was a bust- and her ex had just ran off with the rest of her money and on the run for drugs...
