Days, weeks, even months probably passed by since I was taken, and if it were and parallel universe, I would’ve been so happy that I lost so many pounds, but in this universe, I am starving, thirsty, exhausted and in pain, and I wished I could’ve told my parents how much I love their cooking and how I would love to have their cumbo again.
This is hell, and Colleen is the devil, I’ve been here so long, that the only people I talk to is myself and the shadows, they’re my friends, and if my highschool self looked at me right now, I would be disgusted, horrified at what will happen to me in the future, and thinking back to the things I wished I did brought tears to my already puffy and red eyes; I wanted to die, I just wanted the bitch to end me, to put me out of my misery, I just wanted peace, that's all I ever wanted.
