There was silence.
Blaze couldn't even begin to comprehend what happened. She couldn't make a sound. She did the one thing she could do that made sense. She counted to 60. Hopefully by the minutes passing whoever was there had left. Hopefully, they would not come back. There was a throbbing pain in her leg but it was nothing compared to the mental trauma she was dealing with. It was a struggle to stand. It was a struggle to limp/walk back to her friends house. It was a struggle to be quiet as to not wake the neighbors. But the hardest thing of them all was the decision she made. A decision to keep quiet, and never tell.
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Maybe My Story
PoetryA story of Blaze, and Ace. A story of broken relationships, remote islands, trauma, hate, self destruction, and relationships that can never be. This is the story of tragedy, and recovery. Of Defensiveness and trust. Of music and writing. Of being t...
