3/13/25- UPDATE This book is now published and out on Amazon! I had previously shared this story on scratch last year to get y’all’s opinion and it ended up getting edited, and since then I have published two books! Thank yall so much! I brought back the prologue as a memory, haha. ……….. 1/14/24 ( story is in notes and credits) First of all, I’m sorry. Every-time I try to write something, I fail. I give up. I had to stop writing my other novel because I got injured, and it was too hard for me because I lost my spark. I hope just to Learn how to write an actual story again, and have fun with it. It won’t be perfect. Some of it is inspired by my life, and I will write as I go. I’m actually kinda stumped, so if you have any ideas, please help! …………………………………… So I hope you enjoy :) thank you for being so kind and patient with me.
Date: 8/15/18 Title: The woman. A woman with brunette hair, green eyes and blue blouse approached me, My stomach twisted, and turned, I hate people, for the most part, I hate them because they make me nervous, I hate being nervous because it makes me nauseous. My hand shaked, it flaps like a bird when I’m overwhelmed, I just wish I could fly. If I could fly, then all my problems would disappear, because I would have wings. She smiled, Smiles make me sick. “ You must be indie. I’m your therapist. Mrs. Dawson.” I didn’t know how to reply. I just stood there, frozen. Her smile switched to a delicate form of pity, My mother nudged me on the shoulder, painfully, “ Sorry, she’s a little quiet.” She took a few steps back, “ I’ll just leave you guys to it.” The door slammed shut, and I looked over at the glass table, On top of it, was a light blue journal, with a plastic rose gold heart, It glimmered in the sun.
