Celine
I have had the hardest time focusing on anything. The last few hours have been my toughest yet all I could think of right now was a way to get solace or plead my cause.
I made my way from one place to another and even when I went home the other night, it was hard to sleep. I had so much pressure on my little heart that I decided to stay up all night. I got out of bed and went down to get myself a drink. Although we could not get really drunk, we could have enough to make us half way there even if that too did not last a long while.
As I stood by the window, facing the way that would be leading to the pack house, all I could envision was the face of Shane. Why him? What was so special about him that I would even dare to bother about him? It was supposed to be Zaccai bothering me
