Hi, I'm Lola...and this is my story. Story of love, heartbreak, fear, and so much more. If there's one thing about me that you should know it is that what I went through was bitter sweet.
Rivers. That was his name. Rivers Hollins.
He's not a bad person how everyone says he is, he never was. He was just... confused, but aren't we all. I don't know what my life would be like if I hadn't met him. I remember the day I decided to runaway, it was ice cold outside on a Sunday around...3:30. Mom was out getting drunk like every other day, dad was at home trying not to think about his horrible marriage while watching football with a bud light in his hand. Jason, (my brother) in his room watching another dumb anime show. The ones were you have to read subtitles on the screen. I had packed my green duffel bag from camp that morning before anyone had gotten up. Later that day I grabbed my bag, things I thought I needed and headed out the door and told myself I wasn't ever gonna look back. And I didn't. Until I was forced to look back. Until I was torn into pieces.