Sonya Bateman

I tried to speak, to tell Kit I wasn't dead. No sound came out. But I managed to lift one arm a few inches and execute a tiny wave. Hello, still alive. In a fuck ton of pain, but not dead.

I__ so far from lucky, I__ kissing its ass from the other side.

I felt less like Cinderella and more like used drywall. Perpetually screwed.