Juzarh Leiya

My eyes slowly opened. I was laid on my back in a familiar looking room. I scanned the room where I was.

Soon enough I realized I was back at the small house, and I was in Lyle's bed. I lifted my arm to confirm if I had actually slit it, or I had been dreaming.

There was a cut, which meant I wasn't dreaming.

I felt myself coming to tears. I had no control over anything happening. I couldn't even successfully take my own life.

I dreaded walking out to meet him, I dreaded ...