Prologue

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The lights flickered in the room, as I sit in the corner feeling boxed in. The walls were closing in on me more each day. All I can see is white and nothing else. They put me here, they were the problem in my life and yet, I was the blame for it all. It sits on my mind all day and it confuses me. Why? Why? Why? ...There are three different meanings to each of these. Why? Did they leave me here? Why? Was I blamed and Why? Why? Wasn't I loved? Wasn't I good enough.

At least I will be out. I will be free and I will never have to see them again. Nineteen, homeless, unloved, but... free. It will only take a matter of time anyway until I am back here again. Until the demons return just as worse as they were, to ruin my life. To see the misery upon my loved ones face. They will always be my playmates.


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