“Your parents died. Your world fell apart." I nod. He puts his hand on my cheek. "You were left drowning" I nod again. "And you're struggling to breathe" I am. It's a constant struggle to stay near the surface I… — Jessica Park Copy Share Image
Each memory marked and tallied with a trail of blood. Yelling for help, but no one could hear me and I was left, drowning in my own tears. — Aly Johnson Copy Share Image
