It felt maddening to just sit there; still as death, with only her mind spiraling down a black hole of nothingness. It felt as if she hadn’t known a moment before this; had never been a thing of existence and thought. She was immobilized and gripped with the fear of her own consciousness.
Was this death?
Juniper reflected back on her life.
She’d be generous enough to describe it as pathetic. Born into a poverty stricken and abusive household, by thirteen she had learnt every bad habit that her father and mother presented to her with no advisory. Once she clocked seventeen, she had been in and out of juvie a few times. As one of her accomplices had put it; she was a natural born criminal; the modern reincarnation of Bonnie. And then when she reached eighteen, Juniper enrolled into the ar
