The room smells of urine and vomit. The sunlight filters in thru the dirty window, as she sits rocking on the stained mattress. She looks around and wonders how she got here. The empty apartment was cold and empty. A rat squired a cross the floor, passing right by her. She never flinches and tears streamed down her face.
The room smells of urine and vomit. The sunlight filters in thru the dirty window, as she sits rocking on the stained mattress. She looks around and wonders how she got here. The empty apartment was cold and empty. A rat squired a cross the floor, passing right by her. She never flinches and tears streamed down her face.
Alcohol and drugs are her life now. She walked away from everything, family, husband and kids. She vaguely remembers what they look like. Her brain is foggy now. Memories are fading fast. Helped by the drugs and alcohol. Nothing else matters to her, except to obtain money for her addictions.
She married at 17 to escape a abusing stepfather and a cold uncaring mother. Thinking life would turn around for her. By the times she was 20 she had 3 kids, separated and miserable. Funny how all the dreams turned on her. She feels empty. A shell of the girl who use be. She is now a fractured soul, tormented by the past and unable to deal with the present and no future in site.
She opens the door and the sunlight hurts her eyes. She walks out in to the day not knowing what it will bring and not caring. All she needs is one fix and then she can deal with it all. She stumbles out to the sidewalk dragging her life in a shabby old duffle bag. She is thinking only death can save her now and wishing it would come.
The bridge is close, oh so close!
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