River
Laying in that dark, damp, and musty basement took me back to when I was a child and would get locked up in the basement. I always hated that I would get locked down there and then tortured by the people who were supposed to protect me. Instead, they would lock me up in the basement and then abuse and torture me.
Laying here in this basement today, I know that it's not the same one from when I was a kid. But it still brings back so many memories from back then. And hearing that creepy assed prospect upstairs yelling on the phone didn't help anything either. It just made it worse, because it made me remember times that Loretta and Anthony would fight and argue right by the basement door. I tried so hard to keep from having a panic attack, but it didn't work.
It started off slow,
