Lacy's Point Of View
"Where am I?" I ask myself rhetorically as the voice echoes back to me.
I am alone yet again.
I should get used to that fact.
I rub my blurry eyes and caress my head, trying to figure out where I am and how I find myself there.
I feel a sharp pain in my head as though I fell from the sky.
My head bangs like a drum.
This is the feeling I experience when I get drunk to the point of stupor.
However, it's different.
I am not drunk.
I am not a drug addict.
I never tasted a drop of liquor when I was with Vincent.
He wouldn't have let me anyway. That's one area the son of a b***h is good at.
Aside from that, he's a proud bastard who only cares about himself.
Gosh!
Why am I talking about that monster?
I should forget him.
Surprisingly, I am not bl
