Ada
I cannot move, I cannot breathe, I cannot feel, I cannot think. I am numb and empty. People are laughing, drinking and dancing, but nothing really registers. It is all just shapes and colours.
Something deep inside me starts to stir, but I still cannot bring myself to come to life. Dad’s words are still consuming every part of me that should function. I blink a couple of times until Blake and Reese come into focus.
From their body language, I can tell they are in a heated conversation, and I sigh internally. Why this, why now? Is there no way I can space or prioritise my problems so that I do not have to deal with everything at once?
The stirring inside intensifies and irritates me. Well then, I guess that is my cue to join – and settle – the drama. I stand up and walk towards them
