My life was on an endless downward spiral of shit. Further into the depths of nothingness. No light, no hope, no 'better tomorrow'.

It's never been better.

But sometimes I wanted to lie to myself and try to pretend that everything was fine. Just like today when I went to the campfire on the lake beach outside of town because of Tracy Hemmil. Tracy, who liked to call herself Trix, was a ferocious metalhead and impressed me from the first moment I laid eyes on her. Short black hair, smoky gray eyes and a mysterious smile.

I must have been really interested in the secret, because it made me walk...