Olesia Parker

The Damned; Remember Their Voices, Remember Their Faces Olesia Parker

Death carries my weak bones in his strong hands and he whispers lies that are no longer sweet. He doesn't tease something worth living for and I often wonder what that could be. They stabbed me in the ribs once. They did it again, and again, and again. They did it many times, many excruciating times. They said they were looking for an injection cite, that they had to be careful this time. This time.



After a failed attempt to escape the grasp of elite hands, Octavia is captured once again. Trapped and imprisoned by glass walls that shine a sun she can never touch; freedom almost seems like a joke. Day by day, she lives her life as a doll, a puppet on broken strings that laugh as she crumbles. Life as she knows it is turned upside down once the walls of her glass cage collapse and she's faced with a heavy truth she doesn't remember.

Exhausted from their pains, Octavia has a choice to make; one that could potentially lead her to not what she wants, but rather, who. Will she join the wolves that destroyed everything she knew? Or will she face an uncertain death, once again? Decisions, decisions, why aren't you here to make them for me?