Top Rankings for Devon Blue:
# 1 in Music
# 2 in truelove
# 2 in healing
# 3 in mentalhealth
I used to think us twins could feel each other's pain and that if something ever went wrong we would come to the rescue because that was our job. That'...
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Last night was probably one of the harder nights I've had since being back. Sleep was near impossible and I knew I was stressing Charlie. All I wanted to do was call Noah. I needed sleep and composer after Dad and I talked and hugged first.
I would call Noah later on into the afternoon. So I had decided to take my medication in hopes it would help with this anxiety. It did briefly, which was enough for me to slip into a mild sleep and finally get some rest from this first full week of school back.
When I woke it was Saturday morning and the sun was shining out the window that framed the treehouse out in the backyard. I wanted to love that treehouse again, instead of having blind hate for it.
There had been good memories before. Not many though and I was determined to make good memories today. I still had a lot to began to organize. Especially with getting the tour manager for our band. The perfect tour manager. So today I was on a mission.
