Cristal S.

Return to Sender

She knew she wanted out. She knew she needed out. At one point, she lost count of how many times she had tried and failed. Thinking back to that time… to the version of herself that had lived through it, it felt like looking at someone else. Someone that looked like her, but definitely wasn't her. This part of her past was bottled up, on a shelf in her mind somewhere. It would never leave, but it was in a sealed bottle, and the memories would never hurt her again. Just sometimes, when something disturbed the bottle, the contents moved and floated around a bit, reminding her of its existence.