"What do you want my dear?" The old lady asked me, running her fingers through my hair.
"I want him to know. I want him to know how it feels to be Catherine Davis, how to feel shit everyday." I told the woman, she smiled at me evily. I know I shouldn't be doing this, talking to the old woman, but right now, where I felt the most weakest, I couldn't help but do the stupid and unexpected.
"As you wish my dear." The old woman said to me and I immediately regretted what I had told her. She put a cloth over my mouth and everything went blank.
Until next morning...
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Fanfiction"What do you want my dear?" The old lady asked me, running her fingers through my hair. "I want him to know. I want him to know how it feels to be Catherine Davis, how to feel shit everyday." I told the woman, she smiled at me evily. I know I shoul...
