Bad Luck

That night scars you for life. It's impacted your life. Everyone tends to notice as they drift away leaving you behind as planned. Your a loner. One who stays in her hateful world with constant reminders of that night. It replays every minute and every second, not leaving any details out. The person you've become scares you but you have to accept it because you don't know how to over come this new person.

Days, weeks, months pass. You've come to the fact that there's no way out. Only to think that one way out could be another person.

Another person who seems to care.

It feels weird being something different. The opposite of sad. Maybe I did find away out. But yet that scar still sits there. Making its way to completely destroy me even more. There's nothing left to destroy. So I thought. Thanks to another person.