Chapter Eight

I walked up the hill, the bright afternoon sun hitting me hard, sweat dripping down my back and my chest. I was soaked. But I couldn’t stop, I never stopped till I got to the top. 

It was just a few more kilometers to the top so I dragged myself up. I liked the feeling of the sun burning on my back. I was so glad that I had put on some sun block and I was wearing a tank top and shorts, I would have had a heat stroke and the worst case of sun burn. 

Twenty minutes later, I had finally reached the top. 

I sat on a rock and took a big gulp of water from my water bottle. The water was cold and I felt it flow through me. 

I was hiked every time I had something on my mind. It helped me clear the cob webs from my head. 

I had just had another of my realistic dreams about my parents that I fucking hate. Every time I had that dream, it made me feel angry and