I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all. My boyfriend, my parents, my house, and my whole childhood. Here I am at the age of 21 in the van me and my mother decided to redo when I was 15. We said we would travel all 50 states together in it until her untimely death. She was shot shopping while trying to call 911 after the place was robbed. Bullet to the head. She was the sweetested person in the world. Her husband was dead, died in a plane crash when I was 5.

I drummed on the steering wheel of the van...

(When we get enough comments to end the story I will and them all onto a prompt)