M.N.Forgy

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. Half the time I'm out of my mind and feel as if my life isn't even mine. Being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate description of myself.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There's no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

Free Ride is created by M.N.Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Free Ride

Sitting in a circle with three other patients, I bite at my nails nervously. They’ve grown out the few days I’ve been here. Must be the horse vitamins they keep forcing down my throat every morning. The white gown I’m wearing does nothing to hide my pebbled nipples from the chilly air and I have to cross my arms to conceal them from the male patients. I swear they keep it below freezing in here on purpose. 


I’ve seen two of the three patients sitting in the circle before. One is Jessilynn. She has long blonde hair and often braids it when she’s nervous. I can’t figure out why she’s in here though, she seems normal enough. The other is Memphis, half of her head is burned, leaving charred hair straight across her scalp. She has the darkest saddest eyes I’ve ever seen, and burn marks all over her arms and face. I overheard a nurse saying she burned herself because of the voices in her head. She scares me.


Chapter 42