Dead and Gone: No, Not Really
Sometimes, the wound would bleed, and I would feel relaxed.
I knew that this wasn't right, but I couldn't control myself.
If only I could die. Death would set me free.
My twisted thoughts filled my head, tussling for attention.
I felt like a fish out of water, left on the beach to suffocate and die.
Eventually, I found another way to deal with the pain: Xavier Chapman.
He was Yvonne's boyfriend.
Yvonne was right. I was a cruel person.
I hated her, and I hated our parents.