~ Roselle ~
It's been three weeks since I've come to this pack, Blackshadow. Two weeks ago, Dr. Elias said I've improved. I've already been assigned a therapist, a speech therapist... and no one told me it's a moment where you bare down all your thoughts and let go of every worry forming in your head.
Not like I would want to.
The thought of someone knowing I'm a murderer, or some sort of cursed child who killed her mother during birth and set her father ablaze makes shivers creep down my spine.
I've been on a healthy diet, with Celeste ensuring my meals arrive on time and Ronan checking in from time to time. He's always there for me, ready to feed me, listen attentively to everything I say, or read a book to me.
He's sweet, and I've been the biggest fool for thinking he was doing all
