Desireefeigel
The duct work was immaculate. I peered up into the darkness, breathing in deeply to prepare myself, mentally. That was a really small duct. Was I really going to do this? Before I could answer myself, my partners in crime lifted me and shoved me up through the hole.
"This is going to suck," I said aloud.
Waltzing into the party, the woman wore all black sequins, from her head to her toes.
She sparkled in the dim lighting. It was dazzling to see.
I sent her a smile and a slight nod and she smiled, cranberry red lips almost in a sneer.
I melted onto the leather seat of the '69 Ford Mustang. The sun was sweltering hot, the kind of day where you could fry an egg on the pavement.
My spine and brain are scarred.
That's why everything hurts so much.
Physically, emotionally.
I can't wait for the day when things don't hurt anymore.
I look forward to it.
Freedom is a life without scars.