Alone: Chapter 8So alone...So tired...So devastated...Nikki sat in front of the large wall of windows that encompased the entire second floor. It was her twentieth day in the sports emporium. Not a single strange thing had happened since she "tripped" into the crazies' house. She sat indian style, surplus blaket around her shoulders, employee's coffee mug in hand.She slowly sipped the hot cocoa from the mug as she stared off into the city, watching the rising sun bounce light off all the millions of glass windows.She still clung onto her memory of nate, still hoping he would save her from her sheer desolation. A memory of the car crash flashed th
Always There's always something there.In the day. In the night. All the time. There's always something there.All alone. In the deep. In the dark. There's always something there.It is real. It won't leave. It won't heal. There's always something there.I believe. It is scared. It is brave. There's always something there.Every way. It was then. It is now. There's always something there.It's not fair. It's ashamed. I have known. There's always something there.Through the night. It will stay. It's alright. There's something always there.