Bleeding Heart
By: Alannah CarbonneauJust then, the SUV door opened and a sharp looking woman stepped out. She held a syringe in one hand and my father tightened his hold on me as I began struggling harder, more viciously. And then the woman was there, the syringe pushed deep into my arm and I felt my body going slack as I begged through sobs.
“I love him. Calix, I love you. I love you.”
My world turned dark.
