↩️ Chapter Two Luna’s neon sign hums back at me. I laugh maniacally to myself. It’s fitting that this would be my final resting place. I make my way in, past the customers, managers, cashiers, and baggers, and reach the dairy aisle. I push through the Employee Only entrance and open the walk-in dairy freezer. MyContinue reading “Chapter Three: Hate Has A Name”
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Chapter Two: A Broken Wine Bottle
↩️ Chapter One Tears begin to well in the corners of my eyes. “This isn’t fair!” I yell at the sky. If there is a God, he either doesn’t hear me, doesn’t care, or thinks I deserve this. I’m scared, nervous, and angry, so I make a pitiful attempt to reach out to the Voices. ForContinue reading “Chapter Two: A Broken Wine Bottle”
Christy Leos 