I feel the pain in my throat, the one right before I can't stop controlling my tears. Drugs we couldn't afford to be getting.Īnd when she overdosed, all that debt came onto me. She'd been so sad, I don't think I've ever seen anyone as heartbroken as her, mainly because she would cope with drugs. I was only 9, and didn't understand the idea he would never come back. It was the last piece of my father I had left with me, the last item he gifted me before he died. I don't know how long I've been running for, but I couldn't let them have my backpack, the one thing I treasured most.
I could feel my heart drumming through my chest Along with his other minions, Jacob Landors, Emma Rems, and Peter Flowsky they had only one goal. He's been smoking since he was six years old and found enjoyment in my pain. ' Come and get it Hart!' He yells, excitement laces his rough voice from all the cigarettes he smokes. I hear their laughs, their sick laughs as they run ahead of me, throwing around my backpack like it was a toy.
The sound of the soles of my shoes slamming onto the wet pavement, the burning sting in my legs with every push forward, the odd stares from the people around me.
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