Sometimes you don’t need to know where you’re going. You just need to trust that you are going forward and not backward. That’s exactly what went through my mind when I climbed into the car next to Mister Watson. For all I knew he could have been taking me somewhere to r**e me. Gosh, with the kinks he was into he might have even opted to kill me, but anything was better than what I had this morning. I would gladly take death at this point. I am tired of fighting. Tired of wanting everything to change and being willing to sell my body and soul to change it. At this point I just can’t relive the past few months. I can’t anymore.
“How are you feeling?” Mister Watson asks as we turn yet another corner. We are driving into a part of town I can’t recall ever having visited in the past.
“Tired
