A Fictional Story of a Young African American Women and Her Troubles Throughout Her Life

As I looked over my shoulder, I saw all of my memories pass me by. The good and bad just slipped through my hands and was carried away by the strong breeze. I bent down and turned around, unsure if I could go through with it all. Even though it had ruined my life initially, I was still skeptical about if I should leave or not. But as soon as I asked myself that question, a shiver came over me like a windy day in the middle of winter. I turned around and started to walk away from it all, tying hard not to turn back. Something in me wanted to stay; not for me, but for something or someone. …