Hollywood, 1919

Updated: Jan 10, 2019

Ten- The sun in coming down. We are holding hands , we’re happy.

Nine- We’re on a boat , a canoe, you tell me about your riches and achievements...

I wasn’t one of them .

Eight- I laughed at how you almost flipped the boat over . You didn’t think that was funny . I know I should have seen it coming when you wanted “alone time.”

Seven- It is now dusk. Play time . We fine land and I take the drink you made for me . Wrong mistake ...

Six- I fight Them. Demons... Monsters... Who are these people ...

Five- I wake up, blood on my legs, and sickness in my heart. You are nowhere to be seen ! I can barely walk...


I can barely crawl...


Four- I try to yell for help . Its midnight hour by now . My limbs are sore . I am weak. I don’t feel human. I don’t feel beautiful. I don’t feel alive ...


Three - three days . three days ... 72 hours. 4,320 minutes. 259,200 seconds until I‘ve been found . three days . 3 days.


Two- Two weeks in the hospital. Two weeks until they found those bastards that did this to me . Two months it took me to not even be afraid of my own dad. Two days for my mind to become full of deciet , despair , and unworthy belonging . Two hours of unconsciousness. Two minutes of me feeling him ...




One- I wasn’t his only one . I refuse to be his next one .


Countdown. — Drew Skyland


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