GIANNA
Is it ever going to end? This rollercoaster my life has become. I want it to stop. I want it to slow down so I could jump off and run as fast and far as I could. Unfortunately, I see no slowing down, I see no escape.
I am sitting at the backseat with Olivia pressing a gun between my ribs while chatting away with dear mommy and daddy she is supposed to hate more than anyone. There really is just a small step from love to hate and the other way around.
“Don’t feel so special now do you?” her mocking voice is probably meant to make me feel bad, but I never felt special so her plan flies right out of the window.
I shrug my shoulders and she is not happy with my response because I feel the barrel of the gun dig deeper into my side. “You will die sad and alone just like your moth
