Caffeine and Tylenol bottles are scattered around Evie floating in a pool of vomit. Her head is resting on her drawn knees, pressed to her chest, her hands gripping her shoulders so tightly her knuckles are white. Whiter than the kkk robes as us southern folks say. Blood is dripping down her arm as she digs her nails in deeper, unaware of the pain or the blood. Her eyes are wide open. Occasionally staying at the bright light bulb overhead to wake herself up when she catches herself dozing off. Slowly rocking back and forth, back and forth.

Back and forth to fight off sleep and the whole body ache that controls every aspect of her body, of her miserable little life. To fight the nightmares that flood her head as soon as her eyes close and the vast debts of sleep overtake her. It’s a single dream that haunts her, asleep and awake. A single dream haunting her for the past year. The dream from which she cant escape and the dream that she cant change, no matter what...