My parents always kept me on a tight leash. No drinking, no drugs, no being out after dark… nothing.
After Penny everything changed.
She unlocked the doors of my perception
I couldn’t believe that he had done it. Used me like that. Tears slid down my cheeks and landed on the lined paper below. Tiny puddles formed like fresh dew on a leaf. Soon the paper would turn dark and wrinkly.
Checkmate. The Queen and King were dead.
Hand stiff at the brow
Starched green fabric ironed to the crease
I rocked the glasses like they were the hottest trend. I kept getting sideways glances from suits on the street.
I carved the precious stone out of the necklace, being careful not to scratch the gold backing. Finally I had retrieved what should always have been my own.
I stored the amethyst in my pocket and walked out of the morgue.
It was a spike driven through my spine. A burning that filled my chest and worked its way up to my head.
I knew it before i really understood what had happened.
I would never walk again