Month: October 2014

How could they do that? I trusted them. I feel as though they’ve just rejected me for what happened. I feel so alone; they don’t even speak to me anymore. I feel like leaving and never coming back. I feel like a baby with its candy taken away.

Running away is not an option. It really isn’t. The lift is operational; I could always leave but I decide to stay every time. Why does the thought of leaving always make me feel yellow? The lift was straight in front of my room. It is like the light at the end of the tunnel…

I was reading in the park and all was well until my phone rang. I picked it up. The person on the other side spoke in a very quiet voice and spoke of a letter. I told them they had the wrong number but they insisted about the importance of this letter. So I replied…