He leaves me alone for a few minutes and memories of the sharks biting into my torso come back to me. The horrid pain...I shake my head out and hold my stomach tighter, even though that makes it hurt.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken
