I felt like I failed everyone. My one job was to protect him and make sure he finds his own way out these streets, and I failed. I sat there, still hugging his body, crying my eyes out, blaming myself for this mutiny. All of our memories together rushing through my head. The only words that I could manage to get out of my mouth was
"I'm sorry".
I had it all: an amazing talent, a lovely mother and siblings, and a future planned out ahead of me, but after that day, I lost it all. It's like I was in prison (the streets being prison), and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't leave. I'm forever stuck in a cold, dark, escapeless cell waiting patiently to die. Three years ago today, I was happy child living a happy life in the ruins of Brooklyn, New York, trying to find a way to escape.
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escape || yaslin (book 1)
Short Storyyaslin had always had a hard life living in Brooklyn, helping her mom raise her three younger siblings all while going to the most prestigious performing arts school. her brother, DJ, wasn't making things any better for her. the day comes for her sc...
