*Della*

Pulling out my suitcase from under my bed, I tripped and fell to the floor, hitting my butt hard on the tiles. I groaned, shutting my eyes very tight. Feeling my eyes heat up with tears again, I threw my head backward, trying to stop more tears from flowing down. I was tired of being weak, and I just wanted to feel nothing. I had no more tears left to cry.

I began to pack all my clothes from my closet and threw them on the bed so I could ...