7 parts Ongoing When I was little, I believed in magic, fairy godmothers, and wishes-especially wishes. These beliefs slowly started to wane the older I became. They stopped completely when I made my final wish-a moon wish.
That night, things got worse-so bad it seems never-ending.
The black cloud that has followed me since that day has only gotten thicker and darker over the years, so dense and dark that it is starting to obscure everything. I can't see the sky at all.
Lost in the dark, an accident brings me an unwanted light.
To appreciate the light, you have to endure the dark.
Should you always get what you ask for?
It might not be what I want but what I need.