Prologue

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I feel cold. Empty. Lifeless. I could feel the heavy splatter of rain on my skin, but it no longer hold any meaning for me.

I close my eyes and lift my head. There's a hot stream of tears mingled with the cold rain down my face. God. I thought I was done crying. Guess I was wrong.

"What should I do now?" I asked, to whom, im not even sure. Man I love broke my heart. Disowned by my own family. I have a twin thanks to my fucking rapist asshole ex boyfriend. I had no job. No degree. No friends. No money. I only have this brain and will as my own currency (which doesn't do any good if I keep on this self beating routine).

What should I do? What would anyone do if they were in my shoes? Kill yourself?

Or fight. Stand and march forward...

Can I do that? No. I think I should rephrase my question.

The easy way or the hard way?

I turn back toward the old worn church. In front of the door lies two basket of my sleeping baby twins.

I felt it then. The spark coming back.

Fight.

I choose the hard way.

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