Lena
By the time I finished my daily duties at the pack house, the evening sun had already settled across the sky, making it a little dark.
I walked gently to the corridor that led to my room. I already planned out everything I was going to do when I got there. The thought of the hot water slipping through my body made my heart skip in excitement, then I'd curl under my sheets and sleep for the rest of that day. I stopped in my tracks when I saw my belongings piled onto each other outside my door.
My clothes, shoes, and books I haven't read in months. My eyes drifted to the other side and my paintings laid there, disorganized on the floor. Anger boiled inside me. It took me four weeks to get each of those paintings done and it was worth it.
For a while, I simply just stared at nothin
