twenty
Prick of needles. Hard mattresses. Plastic nightgowns. Thin pillows. Thin blankets. Cold.
Everything I have tried to escape is back with me. I wanted to escape the pills, the doctors, the painful life I'm living. I wanted to leave without being afraid. I wanted to leave without making an impact.
But, according to my doctor, I have always been a force to be reckoned with.
According to her, I had made an impact. I had a life worth living, even if it meant taking pills just to stay alive. I didn't love anyone, but people loved me.
I was a force. I loved danger and I chose to glue myself to someone who liked danger too. Together, we reeked havoc on our quiet little town. Together, we lived a life worth living. Together, we grew. Together, we were two equal forces.
But alone, I am only me. I am loved and cared for by a lonely mother with solemn eyes and a stolen child. I am beautiful and blonde and pale. I am Sarah Jacobs, half of what she was.
Half alive.
