(Completed) Compilation of letters for every emotions, feelings and inner voice. A compilation in which it tells a story of the heart.

"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't the only one in my life who's put me in that situation. And I'm tired of being used to people doing that to me. I was finally beginning to think that, after my mother, there was someone else who could actually, truly, unconditionally, care about me." ​​"But don't you understand? I would've let you stay with your dad if I didn't." ​"If you did, you would've told me the truth." ​​"How can I convince you that there's no way I couldn't care about you?" ​"You'll have to work for that." I grumbled, slipping the gag into his mouth.

I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.