I cowered under my sheets in tears. Everything seemed to be falling apart again. Nothing seemed worth doing anymore. Was I falling into depression like Rèmy had once?
Even now, as I write this, I can't seem to remember the fullest details of how or what exactly happened during that period. There were days during which I felt euphoric and others, totally absent.
Mr. Robertson, well...there was no sign of him either.
I hadn't even been praying to my mother. I just felt so loss, angry, tired...
Lonesome. I was lonely and hurt.
Bruised, is what I was. All on the inside.
Rèmy hardly seemed to be in the house at times. He'd leave early and come back late at night when the sun had already gone down. I'd be laying in bed, shattered like broken glass and he wouldn't even come up to see how I was.
I wondered where he'd go off to...
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ActionDear Reader, This book is a story of the life that I went through, the adventures I had and the people I met then loved. It is a book of metaphores, secrets and lies-fear, bravery and selflessness. Inside, there are my life's surprises, and my...
