Avery’s POV
The clapping sound of the rain on the roof made me feel scared. They clapped a lot, then made thundering sounds down at my window. My eyes kept watching its lines through the wall outside.
My father had left a few hours ago and the weather seemed sad that he did. Whatever happened, I hoped the rain didn’t have to wet him and probably my mother on their way back.
My legs were hanging on my wall and my body faced upwards. I had my hands whining around my neck and I sat thinking of everything. The thought of that girl having a good life when I didn’t, itched my heart. Above all things, I hoped I could plug her heart from her body and make sure she was dead. The thought of her often made me consider murder.
Turning my head on the bed and lying on my back by my side while I pu
