Chapter 27

My mind often drifted to Birdy now. She had always just been there, so my mind never used to linger on her the way it did now. I thought of my past memories with her. How she made me feel as that unloved child. The way she looked after me. The way we communicated so easily despite the language barrier. I could never repay her for the love and joy she brought to my otherwise empty past. My mind would flicker to the imagine of her laying there. Her lifeless eyes and hallow body. The way the blood stuck to her coat. I felt empty, in a way which was hard to explain. I think you never truly know how much something means to you until its gone. You take their presence for granted even when you don’t mean to.

Pain was something I was accustomed to. I hated to admit it, but I was right at home here. Consumed by emotionally suffering. This was what I was used to. I stared up at the ceiling, wishing the whiteness of the walls would just swallow me. I never asked for this. I had to wonder what I