February 19th, Friday, 2055.
"What do you mean when you say....'scarred' exactly?" The therapist says.
I sighed.
"Are you kidding me? What kind of explanation do you possibly need?"
He replies in a worried tone, "It's apart of the questions to ask here, Tracey."
I reply back, "Alright! I never expected shit to happen that night, nor did I ever think my alcoholism would start from there. She took EVERYTHING away that made me happy."
"She took my Innocence..."
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Innocence
General FictionTracey Whitman, the young thirteen year old excited for the years to come, with his artistic career kicking off, all is well with him. He's truly found happiness. But one day, on December 16th on a snowy Friday night, the Whitman family throws the a...
