It's surreal to know that you have actually saved someone's life, although you were only doing what your mind has told you to do. This all happened for a reason.
Ten years old, and she has never seen the world, any of it, apart from her broken home and the betrayal of her own family.
These things happen, a lot. And people are connected to help one another, and may not realize until it's too late.
We are interlaced through heartache, despair, secrecy, dishonesty, and obsure mysteries that may never be explained.
But now, we are all she knows.
(Made in 2016, never posted the whole thing... So now I'm fixing the grammar. oops.)
She was 11 when she says a man broke into her home and shot her stepbrother in front of her. She's been reeling in the aftermath ever since, but now Charlie Everett is finally on her own. As the ten year anniversary approaches, every bit of progress she thought she'd made feels like it's crumbling, and she can't stop her version of the truth from surfacing at every turn.
She's never had family on her side. She doesn't even have any friends except for the bartender at the strip club she accidentally walked into. How is she supposed to hold her life together?
How is she supposed to convince people that she's telling the truth when she says, "I'm Not Crazy?"