HAILEY
Shiit! What I have done? Why do I have a life like this? I mean, isn't enough of the other suffering that has happened in my life?
I passed the wooden fence of my house. My aunt gave white paint for the fence, and on the terrace there is a rocking chair which is often used as a place for my aunt to relax. From the terrace of the house, I can see the sunset view which sometimes feels sad.
“Honey? You're home already?” My aunt's voice came from the kitchen.
"Yeah!" I walked into the kitchen, poured cold water into a glass and gulped it all down. I still don't feel relieved.
My mind is erratic, it feels like my body still wants something. The touch lingered on my body, and everything felt warm and different.
“Honey? Why is your face red?” My aunt frowned confused.
I touched my c
