REIGN
I've been to places where injustice was style. People would veil their imperfections and scars without a second thought or an ounce of shame. Since the day I watched my father hit the life out of mom's head, I had been inept. I knew then I was never going to fit into this life anymore. My spirit had flown with mom's that evening.
Jail is heaven compared to the life I've lived out there. My only regret is meeting someone I am left missing while I rot alone on a bunk bed.
While counting the ceiling tiles above my head, I heard my name listed among those having visitors today. Tristan was the only one who cared enough to see how I was doing, but he had left for Paris a couple of weeks ago. So I know this guest of mine was someone different. I wanted it to be her even though I had
