Oil and Water, that's what they were.
A pure refreshing glow followed Clover everywhere she went, like the rain she washed away the bad and left behind a clean sense of contentment. The good was in everyone and she made it her goal to find it. She w...
*This chapter includes talk of abuse, mental health, and self harm. Chapters after will include these topics as well. Everyone please remember you're not alone, and I love you so much*
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"fool me once, fool me twice, are you death or paradise? now you'll never see me cry, there's just no time to die"
c l o v e r
A week has passed an I've done nothing but study every inch of this beautiful house and read. I've been reading a ton of psychology books recently and I think I'm going to look at more psych programs in colleges.
I haven't spoken to or heard from anyone else but Anthony, Luke and Oscar for the past seven days and being stuck in this house has taken a toll on me. Luke offered Oscar a place to stay at his apartment but Oscar refused to leave me with all of these men. I was very thankful when he moved into the room next to mine although he's always out and about rubbing it in my face that I'm not 'allowed' to leave.
I'm planning on going to speak with my jailer today on granting me the pleasure of stepping foot outside. I've not quite gotten over his attitude, call me a grudge holder but I'll have no problem hanging on to this grudge until he treats me like a human being.
Marco, the only semi kind one in this house besides scar suggested I go to a therapist or find someone to talk to. Apparently he has had a dangerous lifestyle and is no stranger to having blood on his hands. We had quite the conversation and it felt nice to speak with someone. It has been hard to sleep and whenever I begin to eat I feel sick and remember the feeling of slicing his skin with the knife.
