Chapter 1

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Davina's POV-

The weeks have past by and I still can't remember anything good about my life.

All that's happened in the hospital were doctors finding out I had a step sister which I am staying with now.

I had gotten a bit suicidal while I was at the hospital so they sent me to live with her to try and calm down.

Its working so far. But sometimes when it's really quiet at night and everyone's sleeping I still have nightmares from that night waking up in those woods alone.

And how no one could hear or saw me while they got my body from under the rubble of the house.

I wiped away a tear as Lydia walked over to me.

"Hey, I'm going to buy some food right now. Do you want to come?" She asked looking at me.

I shook my head,"No just bring me something that looks good." I shrugged.

She nodded hesitantly and grabbed her keys walking out the door.

I sat down on the bay window in my room looking at the dark sky as it began to rain. I sighed as the memories replayed and replayed over and over again.

Everyone hears me but no one listens ever.

How can someone live through life this way. Like some sort or routine. Day in and Day out.

.....

Lydia came back with Chinese food and she asked me if I was okay and I just did my fakest smile ever.

As we ate I looked down at my wrist the whole time watching the scars of the three times I had slit it.

What if this was hell? And this is my punishment for something?

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