Bennett
It’s been a few days since we got back from the crazy mission of trying to reach Lynch without losing our lives in the process, orchestrated by Getta.
I’d assumed that our action would help matters. I thought it would help us believe and clutch onto hope. Maybe it was helping Keller, but it wasn’t helping me.
I was falling apart.
It was happening quietly in ways that no one could see. I couldn't even explain it.
And how in the seven hells can you explain what you don’t understand?
I couldn’t understand what was going on. I couldn’t explain it either, but I knew I was losing it.
And nature didn’t pity me because of my inability to understand. As the days progressed, it got worse.
So, I did what I knew how to do best. I kept it locked in.
It hasn’t been the best method
