My neck has been numb nearly my whole life.
It's been chained around my neck for 17 stupid years, and during those years, I've had frostbite around one- hundred thirty times.
The locket helps find who you love, supposedly. Yeah, right.
All of my life has been a shitfest, barely any redeemable things have happened to me that were, per say, good.
Like, going to Disney for a year was the best year of my life. I was twelve, so... Yeah...
But back to the locket shit.
I'm packing my bags right now because something weird is happening. My locket is becoming a little lukewarm.
I have everything I need, a flashlight, a pocketknife, a huge pack of goldfish, cash, and a Dr. Pepper. Of course, along with my phone and charger.
It's nearly midnight, I should head off. I paste a note on my mom's MacBook, telling her where I've gone and all that jazz. Im tearing up as I undo the deadbolt lock and rush out the door, my long hair in my face.
It's cold outside, too cold.
I'm at a bus station in Michigan and the frostbite is piercing my body.
