Sometimes you don’t need to know where you’re going. You just need to trust that you are going forward and not backward. That’s exactly what went through my mind when I climbed into the car next to Mister Watson. For all I knew he could have been taking me somewhere to rape me. Gosh, with the kinks he was into he might have even opted to kill me, but anything was better than what I had this morning. I would gladly take death at this point. I am tired of fighting. Tired of wanting everything to change and being willing to sell my body and soul to change it. At this point I just can’t relive the past few months. I can’t anymore.
“How are you feeling?” Mister Watson asks as we turn yet another corner. We are driving into a part of town I can’t recall ever having visited in the past.