SNEAK-PEEK TO "Finding My Way Back Home"VVV
I couldn't tell what day it was or how many of them I'd spent here in this hospital bed. Time didn't exist in my new home. Neither did violence or disappointment. It was just me, my thoughts, and my memories. I couldn't tell if it was my own personal oasis or a screwed over version of a living hell. There was nothing but me and my emotions that were sparked only by the thoughts my mind conjured up from the darkness...
Chapter 5, Comatose (From: Finding My Way Back Home)
~Tylor