Part 1
I've got a mark on my neck.
From the seatbelt.
I've got a sore head.
From the window.
I've got a thudding in my heart.
From the adrenaline.
I can't close my eyes.
I see flashes.
Trees.
A fence.
My ears can still hear my scream.
My neck can still feel the strain of whiplash.
***
My eyes have cried and have gone dry.
My body is still tense.
And the feeling may not wear off for a while.
Because it has happened again.
Again.
A-fûcking-gain.
Because that is two times this year.
Because the third time- I might not so lucky.
And I'm scared.
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Dark Thoughts
أدب المراهقينSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
