Forty Winks
Warning: This is a severely dark drabble. Violence, dark themes, alcoholism, and rated M for sexual content. You have been warned.
The Catch: Have you ever read a story and wished you could choose what happens next? Well….NOW YOU CAN! I write 3 chapters, give you a choice, and YOU pick the decision of the character. Cool, huh? Its just like those "Pick Your Own Adventure" stories you might have read as a kid.
Summary: She's in an unidentified location. She prays. She weeps. Just forty winks, and she'll be home.
Chapter 1
These lines.
They are not beautiful.
No, they are polluted with the soil of my transgressions.
They are shameful.
They are on the image of the person I don't recognize.
Imprinted on my soul, I scratch them with my fingernails, until the blood drips.
I lied. Before. I don't even see an image.
Because if I did, I would pour the blackest tar over the deepest crevices of my being.
But I try to hold on to the good memories.
I can remember bits and pieces.
The laughter.
The tug of my pigtails.
The color of emerald eyes.
But it doesn't stop my feet from hovering over the edge.
So I jump.