'Another IV,'said the nurse,' won't hurt I promise .' Won't hurt, she said.That night after my doctor saw me,I fell asleep but not before hving awful images of the hospital not being the hospital,or people not being people in one image I thought I saw a tiny creature moving from my syrine to my arm,it was ugly as well. The creature moved through my body eating away my blood and blood cells.It travelled through my arm and body,I couldn't moved it gnawed at me . It continued Itried fighting back but couldn't. I hate jospitals and now I know why.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
