One More

I play a game to survive. I hate it.

one point for opening my eyes. one for crawling out of bed. one for ignoring the Demon poisoning my thoughts - or as they called it: depression.

my high score's 164. 

I play because I don’t have a choice. the doctors told me I needed treatment to survive, then disappeared after I couldn’t pay the bills. just like Daddy did when he learned his girlfriend was pregnant.

Mama says I've changed, but that's the religion in her talking. I caught her smiling yesterday - the first time since Sissy’s funeral.