Dread. In the pit of my stomach. Being stired like a thickening pot of brew. Bile threatening to surge out of my mouth leaving me with the temptation...
If only I had known what it meant To be a friend when I had one Instead of looking for admiration in all the wrong places When I had all the support...
"Think. Can't you think? What do you think that means?" "I don't know." She replied, a low whisper out of her pale lips because she was afraid of the...