But after Glen asked about my past, I couldn’t help but wonder how many others would. Sometimes it’s hard to hide a past that’s even burned into your dreams.

“Run Ashley,” Max yelled grabbing his bike and trying to escape the sirens. Running to the fence, I leaped it, and kept running through neighbors yards, the red and blue lights flashing behind me.

Let’s go

With bloodshot eyes I watch you sleeping

The warmth I feel besides me is slowly fading

Would she hear me if I called her name

Would she hold me if she knew my shame

There’s always something going wrong

The path I walks in the wrong direction

There’s always someone fucking hanging on

Will someone help me please please please

Spencer ended up being my tour guide around the city. I couldn’t help but smile at this. It was one of the few smiles I’ve had lately. She seemed different from everybody else in a way.

“So uh,” she started as we walked on the beach. “You going to tell me what you were screaming about last night?” She almost seemed nervous about asking after breakfast. But I wouldn’t say anything like that to her. Na, she was too innocent to even mess with. She’s the kind of person that you have to be truly evil to hurt.

“Nothing,” I sighed stuffing my hands in my pockets. She would never understand Hell, no one would understand. It’s my past. Something I’ll have to live with everyday of my life. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if it had never happened, if we had switched places. She would have been better off…