× Trix ×
My mind is a market place, like for real. It’s like I’m stuck in some wild fanfiction story where everything’s spiraling out of control, and I’m just trying to keep up.
It's like, I don’t even know what exactly it is I feel, anger, frustration, maybe even a hint of guilt, but I know one thing for sure: I’m tired. Tired of this constant battle of wills, tired of the endless drama that Dixie seems to bring into my life.
As the door closes behind her, a huge silence falls over the room. The elders shift uncomfortably, glancing at each other, but no one speaks. I can feel the weight of their stares, their unspoken judgments hanging in the room.
I’ve just sentenced someone to isolation, for crying out loud, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve crossed a line. But I had to do somet
