Summary:

Do you know that feeling you get right after something terrible happens? The feeling you get before you crumble to your knees and slam your fists into the ground.The darkness that cascades over your entire body until you're composed of it. Well, in my life of tears and tissues I've managed to avoid that feeling in a quite effective, yet tragic manner.

I was thirteen years old when my father was killed by a faceless man in a semi-truck. I was thirteen years old when I lost the left corner of my heart. I was thirteen years old the last time I truly felt pain, as it has dissolved forever into the cold treat I have learned to call home.