Desert

Barren.  That word never meant much to me before this nightmare.  It is.  A nightmare–the one I’ve had ever since we broke down in Death Valley when I was seven. I’m dying.  The heat, the lack of water–not the way I wanted to die.

I feel like I’m supposed to learn something through all this. It sounds stupid, but something tells me if I just learn it fast enough, I’ll survive this hell. That is probably the real nightmare.  Hope when there is none. God help me.