Chapter 2 The cold desert air rushed against my face. Wind scattering my hair around, whipping pieces against my cheek. The sting brought back memories of fear, pain and despair. Suddenly I was transported to before I left the apartment, my home. Twisting and turning down the long, barren road paralleled to my long, torturous relationship with David and memories were instantly brought back. At first they were sweet; like meeting in our local cafe over our love of lemon Danishes, long walks on the California beach feet covered in sand, moving in together decorating a place that would finally be ours. Soon enough the good memories were replaced by clouded distortions of drugs, anger and fear that soon controlled my #life. David and I, we were not perfect people, not even close to the perfect couple. But to us we had each other and that's all that mattered. But our #lifestyle caught up to us, well him as he slowly lost himself on the rocks and became confused with real #life. As he slipped quickly down the rabbit hole I began to trickle down after him, until he reached the bottom. Anger flooded his bloodstream, anger at me as he lashed out at whoever was closest to him. People began to stare when the scars and bruises became more and more noticeable. But I put up with it because I loved David, I still do. It's this toxic love that holds us in, keeps us captive in its grasp, haunting us until only bones are left. Sunday when I came home to find a destroyed house and David passed out on the couch I knew I had enough. This was not the #life for me. This was not the #life for anyone. I wrote a note and I ran. The car jerked instinctively around the coyote, nearly falling of the road but pulling me back into reality. I found myself in tears at the memory and pulled over to the side of the road. The long, empty, agonizing road. Any advice would be very helpful, I've never written a story before.