Perfectly Broken

"My name is Angela Hope; Angel for short. I am sitting in a random motel room, on my twenty-fifth birthday, about to write to...,"

Angel paused and set the pen down and sat back in her chair as she contemplated this thought. "Hmff," she muffled aloud, then continued to write

"...myself I suppose, in an old beat up journal that I have somehow managed to keep with me after all this time. I've never even opened it until now..."

Angel looked at the journal, smirking sentimentally, folded the boo...