Synopsis: Wrongly convicted, a once prominent woman finds herself looking for life’s true purpose. This is the prologue and is centered around the main protagonist’s teen and college years written in first person perspective.
To think that it could’ve been me that died only one year ago…
To think that there was an entire group of us eager to thrive and grasp life
To think that we wasted our lives desperately trying to stay awake and finish every last useless assignment.
To think that we didn’t stop when the amphetamines got out of hand.
To think that we let each other die for a non-existent cause.
To believe we couldn’t make it without a worthless piece of paper that put a cheap price on our heads for hire.
To not stop injecting until there were two…Or one left out of ten.
To die just to fill in one more word for that thesis that would be balled up in a trashcan by the same self centered idiot who assigned it only aiming to give good praise to those who had his exact same opinion.
To know that they’d have the audacity to lay that crumpled up F grade on our coffins.
My name is Catherine. At least that’s what they called the mistake of a child I was.
Working until you dropped was considered disrespectful. But then even balancing it out was seen as lazy.
Then being told that it was your decision to be born. As if you had the conscienceness to say “Hey God, I’d like to ruin these peoples lives.” Or as if it was you who decided to have an unsafe, unprotected intercourse that night to become an inconvenient parasite…
What kind of world is this…
Why don’t they just create A.I. children to please?
“It’s a bloody awful mess and that’s all there is to it.” – Anthony Hopkins in the film Shadowlands
To be continued…