VANDER
There was a certain darkness inside of me and anyone who had associated with me at a point always saw it. It was blaring and loud.
A child born on a moonless night was considered a child of woe.
For me, I was woe itself.
Last night was full of terror, and I had suffered a series of nightmares up until morning. My eyes were dryer than the desert, regardless of how humid the temperature was. I had barely slept a wink, and I had a feeling that wouldn’t change anytime soon.
Unlike the correctional facility, a certain quietude lingered— one that haunted me repeatedly. I was back in this cursed house.
I could already see the hell to be unleashed. I sat up and tugged open the curtains, letting in some natural light. I was still in the same dark sweatpants as last night, with my lea
