Twenty-First Memory

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LUCA'S POV I enjoy driving now more than I ever did before. The nights where I can't sleep, which feel like every night, I can escape out to my pick-up truck and just drive. I don't head in any particular direction. I just know that as long as I'm awake my nightmares can't get to me. I thought that when we moved house that things would be better. They are better, to be honest. There are times where I'm sitting with my dad, eating his terrible food, and talking about my day that I forget for a few seconds. I don't want to forget them though. I just want to be able to feel neutral again. I want to feel something beyond numbness. Happiness seems miles away though. Gosh. That's morbid. My psychiatrist would be angry at me if he could hear my inner thoughts right now. Apparently, we'd been

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