Prologue

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It doesn't hurt. It's not sad or painful. Since that day all I feel is, nothing. I'm untouchable, unfeelable, unlovable, after all. It's my fault they died. Every morning and every night, anytime I'm at this place, I get hurt... but they're right, nobody cares, nobody loves, nobody helps the pain to go away... and it won't go away until someone does care, until someone does love, me. Because of this I know I'll be stuck here forever.

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