There were memories that I WANTED to forget.
Good luck ever trusting anyone again.
I was five when my dad died. That’s when Hungy came into my life. He was my best friend.
I tell people my story sometimes and I see them get physically ill.
YOU’LL NEVER BE ALONE.
You can’t beat a demon with an acoustic guitar solo.
The rustling came from behind at first. I stopped, turned around and assessed the land behind me. Nothing seemed to move.
I was told that I couldn’t actually be charged with anything, but talking about my interactions with Graham publicly could change that. However, they never said anything about putting my story in writing.
I got a panicky, throat gulp feeling in my chest when I read Evan’s email for the second time. I never specifically mentioned in my email that I went to The University of Texas, but Evan mentioned UT, in his email. It washed away all the good vibes his counseling had created.
I opened my eyes. There she was. Dead. A dead girl. Dead teenage girl. A, literal, dead ringer for my younger sister. Her eyes were just inches from mine, still wet, but gone. I could smell her breath.