Curtisward Stories

ᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ɪs ᴀ sᴇɴɪᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ sʜᴇғғɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ.

Is that all you're going to do. Just stare at the damn ground. Your daughter is in the same fucking bus as you, and you just chose to stare at the ground she walks on?" "I'm sorry Natalie." "Sorry, you're sorry? Sorry for leaving me for thirteen years, sorry for leaving your daughter? Sorry doesn't cut it Oliver Scott Sykes."

"It got really dark before it got light, but I think it had to. I think I had to see how bad it really could be to want to live again." -[o.s.]

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