One of his hands slides underneath my dress and between my thighs, trying to separate them. I press them together harder, and see his facial expression-It was dark, he was clearly getting aggravated at my defiance. His fingernails start digging into my flesh, as I let out a weak sob. My voice seemed to have left me as...
finding who you are is hard, but trauma as some may call it.... i call it life...... it defines you
A scientists daughter is dieing she was given 4 years to live she survived 16 but the pain was too much for him so he has a choice to make... let her suffer or give her peace after years of trying to find a cure what he finds will I'ver out her surfurring to rest or put her to rest all together