Third Person Clara is wide awake. She is simply pretending to be asleep while the room erupts into chaos from around her, just as she wanted it to. She has to stop herself from smiling as her parents dig into Stella, ripping her to shreds for being a bad sister while she lays asleep in bed. The
Stella As soon as Silas and I get inside of his car, I bring out my phone to call Matteo, who is currently working at the hospital where Clara usually goes to. I called him multiple times, but nobody answers, not even a nurse. Even Silas tries to call Matteo, knowing that our brother will pick up
Stella The sun is nice and bright today, offering a blanket of warmth as my mother and I sit outside, watching the butterflies and birds fly by while we work on our respective jobs. My laptop sits in front of me and I slowly type away, working on a new firewall for Sebastian's job while my mother
Adrian Is it bad of me to take my time in a situation like this? Is it bad of me to slowly put on my shoes, to take every second necessary to tie my shoes, to grab my keys into slowly walk out to my car? Am I a bad person for driving the speed limit instead of rushing to the hospital after hearing
I listen to the sound of the message’s whoosh, opening my eyes to see it be sent to Clara. Adrian: If you want to talk, then let’s talk. Call me. Clara: We’re sorry. The Number you are trying to reach is no longer in service. If you think this is a mistake, please contact your provider. I blin
Adrian The past few days have been like torture for me. I have not been able to contact Stella, my number clearly haven't been blocked by Sebastian on her phone, and the threat that Clara issued to me remains on the back of my mind. It feels like I have not been able to rest ever since my mother a