Imogen’s PovI hid in my room for days for days as a way of coping in all of this madness.

My phone was switched off, the only connection I had to the real world was my ipod and that kept me sane.

I tried looking for options— I needed a way to get out of here and start my life over but I didn’t have the means to, so, I was stuck.

“Imogen!”

My mom called from down stairs but as the norm around here was— I ignored her totally.

Maybe as usual she would get tired and shut the fuck ...