Shame. Guilt. Regret. Sorrow. Pain. Anger. Worthlessness. These words won’t stop running through my heart and my mind as I sit here in the mud once again. My stomach grumbles, reminding me of the food I haven’t eaten in several days. I am hungry. I am thirsty. I am dirty. Look at me. Who would…
Short Story Series: Trapped (Part I)
Could you imagine what it would feel like if you woke up and were in a box? I feel this way when I open my eyes each morning. I wake up, wishing that I hadn’t, wishing myself back to sleep, only to be disappointed once again of my sad reality. I am 17 years old.…