If death is the only way, tell me why I'm living?
My mind was being bombarded with hundreds of memories of the last few months and I squeezed my knees tightly to my chest as I tried to stay calm and not scream from how empty and lonely I felt inside.
My life was a mess and it was all my fault.
"Hey miss, I don't mean to interrupt you but we've been driving for a few minutes and I really need to know where you're going."
I looked up at him for the first time since entering and even though I wanted to burst into tears all over again, I nodded at him and forced myself to utter words.
"Take me to the bank?"
He nodded and started turning towards that direction. I had no money on me; no phone, no extra clothes, nothing. But I was determined not to go back to that place I called home or th
