Breathe Me
Jeri Williams
Well, this isn’t one of those stories. In fact, those stories are just that, stories. They are things that I read about in the many books I bury myself in when I’m alone. I used to know how my life was going to be, how I was going to live out my lifeless days: unloved and fearful. Hopeless to the possibility that life, my life, could be anything better than what it is now.
I knew that I would either give up, or give in, either one would eventually be the end of me; I didn’t think that was so bad. I would no longer be constantly reminded that I was sh*t, and would be sh*t, no matter how hard I tried to make it different. I thought it was all easier just to slip away.
But that was before, before Deklan.
***For Mature Readers only due to strong language and sexual content***