#Chapter185
Stepping out of the high class, suburb home with the fancy French windows and the shiny four-wheeler on the driveway, it seemed darker than I remembered. Terrorized by thick coils of mist that tried to blot out the angry black clouds that glowered down at the world below, I was so fucking done with winter.
Fuck, at this moment in time, I was so fucking done with life. It was little past noon and the streets seemed like a fucking ghost town. The wind swept through the gardens, shaking dying bushes and rattling dustbin lids, but there wasn't another soul in sight.
