"When I was a child I stayed wide awake. Climbed to the highest place on every fire escape. Restless to climb..I got every scholarship saved every dollar, the first to go to college. How do I tell them why I'm coming back home with my eyes on the horizon?"
I sang to myself. That seems to be all I can do.
I miss everyone.
People talk about me.
I can hear them.
"She's talking about you, Addie."
"We can't give up. Charlotte wouldn't give up on us."
"There's not much we can do."
"Please just a little longer."
"We miss you Charlotte."
The voices sound like I'm underwater. I can't see anyone. I wonder a few times if I'm actually dead.
A hand holds my right one. I recognize this hand. I've held it before. The wedding band on his finger made it clear.
I have a love for voices. They are all so different.
My brain runs three miles a minute.
Is this what Katie felt like?
What about mom?
I don't want to do that to everyone.
But honestly...
Would they miss me?
I yell into the darkness, "I'm still here!"
No one hears.
Wake up Charlotte.
Wake up.
Wake...
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
