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A seclusive male suffers from depression after a traumatic accident left his family killed. One night at a bar, he meets a wild 'arty animal' who has secrets of her own. They embark on a journey of self-discovery as they try to figure on another out. When enemies from his past my an attempt on her life, he decides its time to stand up to the line for himself, to protect what he holds deaerest. An action that may cost him his life. Written works scrawled across thin paper; lines upon lines of meaningles shapes of letters. Only, they weren't so meaningless. Not to Drake at least. Those silly little words dribbled along pages were his sanity; his escape. Despite the years that had passed since the accident that destroyed him, he could barely feel. Physical touch was normal; but mental; he couldn't feel love, nor joy, nothing but blank desperation and anger. He dropped his head into his hands, digging his fingers into his scalp, warning off the approaching anxiety. Piles of notes lay scattered throughout his house, the expansive house his only reminder of what he had lost. The big rooms to empty; the couch missing the fluffy grey cat, the silence, the excited bark of a dog. And the bed, that were another matter indeed. Women walked- no stomped- in and out his life, running for the hills when they founnd out his story. He slipped away into the darkness silently, too tired to hold up his guard any longer now that no body was around, feeling lonely and pathetic. |
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