The days in the box were always hard for her. Her face and name projected on all sides of it. The heat, the overwhelming scent. The worst part was how addicted to it she was becoming. Every drop she swallowed leading her further into ruin.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, and her family and friends expected so much more. A college relationship with a peer, a job, marriage, kids, house with a picket fence..a happy and boring life. But her cravings could not be ignored.. —
