Shit.
Where the fuck am I?
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Stop, calm down.
How?
Breathing, Mum always said that helps.
Deep breaths, in and out.
Concentrate on that.
I can't, I can't stop thinking about what the hell I'm supposed to do.
I'm utterly and completely alone.
No, I know that isn't true.
I'll never be properly alone, not while this voice is in my head.
Is it really there though? Am I imagining it? Maybe Jo was right about me, maybe I am going crazy...
No! Stop! Don't think about Jo, never think about Jo. Remember the rules.
The rules, of course. Always follow the rules.
YOU ARE READING
Don't look behind you
RandomFluer - the unfortunate soul tasked with being companion to the daughter of Lady Crowell, Eliza Eliza - desperate to prove to her mother that she can live perfectly happily without a rich husband Jo - Eliza's governess, but also her dearest friend...
