Sam had a brief thought of moving out and on into the world to escape the tragedy she lived in. The hurt, abuse, alcohol and everything else that made her want to just shut her eyes. She didn’t want to open them till it was over. The feeling of being numb was getting unbarable, and there were no more tears left. Why do I have to be the one to go through all of this, and no one seems to want to help? She was alone. As she finally released herself from that endless misery, the world just sucked her back into tragedy. No money, food, clothes, or home to live in was the reality of her life. She felt that whatever the world had to bring to her, was better than what she endured for so long. Alone, and helpless was all that Sam could feel, and it wouldn’t go away too soon.
Leaving one tragedy only to grasp on to another.