Him

There I sat, in the waiting room. A place I find myself often. Over ten times I have been here, 4 of which had not been good. I nervously bite my nails, and painfully slow, I wait for the news.

"I'm sorry," the doctor says, " There was nothing we could do."

Those eight words that doctor said, put Emerald into a pit of insanity. When her father dies, her mother already dead, and herself having already have fallen into depression, she has nothing to do but go rouge. No pack. No money. And certainly no will to live, Emerald's life was hopeless.

This is a story about two people, both broken, and not one ready to be fixed.