To me, this is a true confession. Why? I have never told anyone what happened that night. I was young, I was ashamed, and I was scared people would think that it was my fault. As the years went on, I buried it deep inside and tried to never think of it.
I will try add more of the story each day.
i want to change my writing style. the quietness that lurches in the background, waiting for me to stop talking so it can pounce and fill the air and block me out, argues there's no point. though, of course there's a reason to. there's a reason to everything.
Sorry for this story, I know it's horrible and depressing, I just got inspiration.
Eloise's life has been relatively normal up until January 2016, she suffered from depression, she still does, but it wasn't half as bad after that day.