HAZEL
When I wake up the next morning, I have bags under my eyes. I feel tired. Beaten up.
It’s the same exhaustion I felt during those first few weeks here....When I cried, begged, and waited for Axel to let me go. When every day felt like a punishment for something I couldn’t remember doing.
So why did I think last night would be any different?
I sit up slowly, my body heavy with sleep that didn’t rest me. Maybe it’s time I stop fighting this. Maybe it’s time I accept that this is my life.....not forever, but for now.
Everybody must be right. I’m just here for a while. I’m not going to be here forever. My time here has an expiration date.
I don’t know why Axel wants me here. I don’t know what purpose I serve. But I know this much: when he finally lets me go, I don’t want to be brok
