Rose
It seems every day; someone is in my room. Now, Leo and Reece are sleeping in here each night. It has been a strange, jarring experience being around all of them. Sometimes they talk and look at me as if they’re trying to include me in the conversation. But I just wanted to scream at them to get out. This is why I took up window watching, at first it was a hint I wasn’t interested, then it became a daily routine.
For years, I prayed and begged to God for someone to help me, to talk to me like a person, not like my bully. Now, my prayers have been answered, and yet all I want is to be left alone. I have been alone for so long that I actually miss my closet.
I never thought I would think that, but I do. To be locked away from the world was to be alone; to be alone was to be safe. My
