Vanessa
My strength is leaving me. I let myself slide to the floor and wrap my arms around my knees, hoping that this cocoon will bring some kind of comfort. It doesn’t. The cold tiles pierce through my already torn pants and remind me of the merciless world I’m trapped in.
"God, help me," I whisper, as silent tears run down my cheeks.
I lift my chin to the ceiling. How did my life get thrown off course so violently? Michael just needs to find that damn shipment. In a few hours, it’ll all be over. That’s it, Vanessa, this is your final stretch.
In one last surge of hope, I get up. My legs, soft as cotton, barely hold me as I move to the mirror. I don’t recognize the swollen stranger staring back. Covered in bruises, my skin shifts between red and purple. My eyes are puffy, bloodshot fr
