Raelynn
Days began to meld, one with the next and another. My days had become nothing more than a repetitive cycle of housework and Alexis´s psycho recovery.
From the night she had been dragged back in bloody, passed out two weeks before until now I spent most of my time by her side at that clinic.
It was a routine where I would get up each morning early, prior to the sun had completely peaked over the horizon. The house was always silent; there seemed to be a heavyness that came with stillness. I would then shower quickly, dress in my now-flimsiest clothing (there was no sense worrying about looks for days you spent near-chamber) and go downstairs to see how Alexis was.
Dr. Brianca Sharpe had visited every day without fail, sometimes more than once. She was a woman of few words, her
