preston hope - eight - done

It's been a whole decade ever since my life went to shit. ten years does a lot to you. In ten years, you'd have been safe from the reaping. Unfortunately, for all three of my sisters, they didn't get that luxury.

I did.

Ever since dad had gotten the Mayor job I've needed to clean myself up. Luckily enough for me, I had already gotten cleansed. The DC did the cleaning for me, all I needed to do was look the part itself. So I tried for the first time in forever. I had effort and I had this fire that was lit under my ass that said "don't screw this up", because any more screw ups and I wouldn't be able to say it myself. I had to find a job and get my shit together; being 26 and locked up in your parents' basement still is not the ideal lifestyle at that point. Desire for love had died, drowned by the fear that I had of being vulnerable again.

My past has been a train wreck, and what stands before it now is the debris.

[ recovering pyromaniac ]