I kicked the pebbles away as i walked the small path on the side of road with what light street lights i could stay under as my adrenaline began to wear off and my commonsense began to kick into high gear and my panic was about to bubble over.
The cold air was bristling against my skin through my thin sweater as i pressed it against my body hard to keep my chest warm.
Keep your chest covered, or youll catch a horrible cold Evie and then we have to spend the weekend in the ER.
My mothers voice resonated through the back of my head as a recorded player and i gripped tighter on the collar of my sweater and my sleeves covering majority of my frozen fingers tightly as i began to walk a litte faster, with no real idea of a knowledge of where i was heading or the time.
Get a grip Evie, this isnt the first time someone had left you on the side of a road before and you survived then, youll survive now as well. your much older, wiser you have to work with what you got.
Thats a terrible lie, your a fugitive the moment they see you they will all know and you will end up locked up in jail this time for life and not a pysch ward which was a cake walk compared to the big house.
Now fear was beginning to sweep through me and all rationalization was beginning to crumble instantaly and being greeted with panic.
Then she saw flashing headlights behind her become brighter and then stop.
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Beautifully Broken
Teen FictionEvie wants to be normal, happy and free but how can she ever be when everything inside and out hurts? How can she when she's a clinically depressed, suicidal, nut job with rage issues that go as far back as she can remember but the biggest trigger w...
