God I hate my mom so much. She always breathing down my neck like she’s some god damn life coach.
Season Two
When I graduated school and became a dentist, I badly needed change. School and training had been long and gruelling and I was tired of city life.
Dear son, You cannot come. I know the last time we talked over the phone, you discussed coming back to spend time with me before I “went away,” as you so awkwardly placed it.
A BITTER COLD blasted its way through the Northeast United States. The snow, already two inches thick became iced over and glazed to a slick, reflective surface.
Much like the details of his life, the cause and manner of John’s grandfather’s death had been a matter of much secrecy and speculation.
Okay, so you probably don’t even know this about me, because I never really talk about it. I mean, to this day, the memory still freaks me out.
I look down at my watch and see it’s just about to turn 1:00 am. Shoot, I think to myself. I need to get home. My mom is literally going to disown me.
He didn’t want to. He never did. He had to, regardless of what he wanted. It was like something else took over his body when he wasn’t looking. It was sneaky, elusive.
Hey there. The name’s Lauren and thanks for tuning in. This… is a story about me. Viewer discretion advised, this isn’t going to be a happy story…