Smiling Is Mostly About Smiling More.

Five Years Later I Still Wake Up Screaming For Him To Run

Not Daring To Flee Since My General Location Has Just Been Broadcast To Any Killer Who Cares. I Mean, I Know It's Cold Out Here And Not Everybody Has A Sleeping Bag.

If He Wants Me Broken, Then I Will Have To Be Whole.

I Sit Back On My Bed Cross-legged And Find Myself Rubbing The Smooth Iridescent Surface Of The Pearl Back And Forth Against My Lips. For Some Reason, It’s Soothing. A Cool Kiss

You're Not Going To Die. I Forbid It. All Right?" "all Right," He Whispers.