I was left alone in this cold room. Jackson isn't here.
Maybe he gave up on me. Maybe the voices are telling the truth. Maybe I'm nothing but a burden to him. Maybe he doesn't love me anymore. Maybe he never did.
The voices were quiet, yet the words lingered, burning through my mind. I can't get rid of them. I can't get rid of everything. I want it to stop, but I don't know how to make it stop.
And I hate their pitiful looks. They are feeling sorry for me. I don't want them to feel sorry. I want them to help me. To make it go away.
I hate it when they look at me like I'm a lost hope. I can't take it anymore. I lied down, facing the ceiling, feeling the tears gathering in my eyes. I blinked them away and sat up, feeling dizzy. My hands were tied. I can't do anything.
I looked arou
