My eyes opened to my new room.
I was finally out of St. Augustine's. I was safe now.
I got dressed in a red shirt and a vest that had gold chains on it with a pocketwatch. (Don't ask I love old things okay?)
I pulled on a pair of black ripped jeans and a black leather jacket, and metal combat boots. (Plz look at the girl from the Miss Pergerine's Home For Peculiar Children, in the trailer. She has the boots.)
I put on my spiked choker and a matching bracelet.
I walked downstairs and arrived in the kitchen.
But I started to panic.
What if I snap? Would I have a knife? What if I end up killing one of the guys?
"Trouble?"
My head snapped up from the knife drawer.
"Can you put a lock on that please?" I asked meekly.
"Trouble. Fuck, why are you scared?"
"I just... I'm afraid I'll take more lives than I already have, Meanie." I said.
He pulled me into his arms, and for a moment I was frozen, but then I hugged him back, burying my head in his shoulder.
"It's okay Trouble. No one will ever hurt you again, I promise."
I cried into his shirt, letting myself be comforted in his arms.
Wow. I sure am lucky to have nine guys who coincidently just happened to walk into St. Augustine's Hospital for volunteering, talking to patients, and then talk to me. I was a murderer, and yet they got me out of my sentence early. They cared for me, even when I couldn't do the same for them.
Is this what love felt like?