I used to be so fearless of the heights I would climb to. It was my escape when my mother was on a comedown and rattling from withdrawals or when Rick was looking for me.

I stopped climbing those trees after I turned eleven.

I wander into the living room, feeling sombre, my head trying to blot out the things it wants to think about, but my mood is that of fatigue and emotional exhaustion. This always happens on this day. My brain cannot shut it off or think about anything else, ...