Strangely enough, Ivy Allen wasn't scared as she lowered herself into the bathtub. It was overflowing with water, but she didn't really notice. The sleeping pills had already started to take effect.
That wasn't really a surprise. She had downed almost the whole bottle...she wondered if she would dream. And if she would, what would she dream about?
Probably Olivia. The phone call with Olivia before she was hit by the madman running a red light. Before nearly every bone in her body was crushed and left on the ground like garbage. She would dream about tears, about her mother's new found love for sleeping pills, and her father's drinking. She would not dream happy dreams, but that was okay, because after she was done dreaming she would be gone.
Dead.
Just like Olivia.
Ivy Allen closed her eyes.
Hey guys! So this is my new and revised Surviving Sorrow, written in third person. I hope you enjoy it! One review and I'll update!
~Cecile
