The Man Who Lived Under the Bridge, that was me. Living in the cold heart of winter, bathing in its tears of the Hudson River, and a beggar for warmth and food on the streets by day.
How did I get here? I would ask myself.
Remanicing back to the days where I was a 3.8 GPA student at my high school in Utah. I got into New York University and everything started to change. It started with one pill that I was pressured into taking at a party. That is when I started to hallucinate and things for me became worse.
Now I lie awake under the bridge with my skin feeling the burn of glaciers making my body appear a frosty hot red. My anils were thick and yellow and poured out of my fingertips like claws. My feet grew to the size of a football as my toes fused together creating three big claws. My teeth were sharp knaves as my body grew in statue. They ached like wisdom.
I reach over to grab the person lying next to me a few feet away. Their bones crush underneath my grasp.
That's when I realized I was no longer me, I was the Devil's Child.
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Aim to Engage --2019 Collection of Short Stories
ContoLife is filled with ups and downs and sorrows, from bullies to dead lovers, from heartbreak and an attempt to recover, capture the moment of different lives of a collection of short stories.
