“Blue and red lights flashed down the street, but it was too late.”
“It’s all about pain. It’s what they thrive off. Toss a little war and drama into their life, and everyone one will rush into it. They’re damned to be bad. We’re all bad. “
“Hayden shoved passed Ashley and opened to door, storming in. But he had no come prepared, and expected something else. Instead of the usual set up, Ashley’s bed and wardrobe with walls draped in paintings and posters, there was a white space that never ended, a void filled with people Hayden use to know.”
“This is a box, full of truth. We wouldn’t want the police to get their hands on it now would we?”
Let’s paint a picture. A picture of this place held so dear. You are my subject. This is your future.