The penetrating sound of tires squealing, glass shattering, metal twisting. The chill of the cool night air as it whipped across your rain soaked skin. The darkness – almost pitch black. The feeling of being trapped with no way out…
I want to say that the subject matter of this story is going to be pretty dark, including a past suicide attempt, self harm, a past abusive relationship, depictions of abuse, mental health issues, PTSD, and a character who has a physical disability. And I don’t want to romanticize any of these issues. At the core of the story, I want to show that the most important thing before anything else, is self love.
Just remember - this will have a happy ending!