"Life is what you make of it, Becca." The words sound muffled and distant. "You are in control of every action and every event in your life." The words slowly seep into my mind as they leave his lips. My chest feels like it's flooded- like I'm drowning in an endless pool. "Simple for you to say that on the other side of the glass. You have no idea how my life is!" In my mind I'm screaming these words at the top of my lungs, but they come out barley as a whisper. I hate him with every fiber of my being. I hate the world! Everything seems to go black when my gaze breezes past the stomach clenching pictures on the table in front of me. Then....silence.All Rights Reserved