I remember the days when we were young. Running through the cornfields. Sitting by the lakes. There were the three of us: Jes, mik and me. We never told them were we went, that was our downfall. They never knew so they never came running. So they never knew the story. Or the trauma. Or the pain.
But I'm past that now. I've therapy session after session after counseling. It's been twelve years. I remember what happened and sometimes it haunts me.
The running. The screaming. The sheer terror on her face.
But my life is still being lived by me. So I'm soldiering on. I'm keeping going. And the only way I can ever going be stopped, is if a bullet runs straight through my heart and bleeds out the life in me.
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I Remember the Days
Short StoryI remember the days under the sun. We were free. We were young We laughed so high like the larks in the sky. But every wild fire will one day die... Alyia used to have close friends. Used to run wild late into the night. She was 12 when everything w...
