Before the Death of Innocence

Th girl walked along through the parking lot, careful to step over the broken beer bottles and cigarette stubs. Her face was masked by the cover of indifference, she was young yet there was no light in her eyes. Her life was on the brink of disaster but she didn’t let it show, everyday she sank deeper into the hole she had buried for herself. She reached the dull gray dirty building and looked up at it, her black hair fluttering in the wind. The building was old and worn down, to the side were reminiscences of what once could have said “Public Hospital”. …