I know what you're thinking "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry" well I don't want you to be sorry. I don't want sympathy from anybody. Ok I'm fine. My mom just thinks that I'm going to be a loony bird because I "lost" my sister and that I scream in my sleep about how "NO DONT LEAVE ME!" We'll whatever ok I'm fine. I didn't "lose" my sister ok she died do you hear me? D-E-A-D dead ok she's not wandering the streets lost ok. My own mother thinks I'm to delicate to face the facts that she dead. Well guess what want to know why I haven't told her that I understand that June is gone. I haven't said a word. Nope not a word since I watched my sister take her final dying breath. It's not like I'm broken and can't speak it's just that I think now that June is gone I have no one to talk to and nothing to say.
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FYI this is not a hunger games fan fic. I'm broken I'm hurt I'm scarred I need to be fixed that's what I thought until I met him. Max Michaels he may be the only one that sees Daisy Woods as what she truly is.