Bright sunshine is a strange thing to wake up to after everything that"s happened. Especially compared to my badly lit room in Jacob"s house.
I wait for guilt to set in at the thought of his name, but it doesn"t. I feel nothing for him. I hate that I"ve killed someone, but I don"t think I feel bad about it having been him. Not after all the pain he caused me.
I lean back against my headboard and wrap my arms around my legs. The comfortable sleepwear I"ve been given are so at odds with any of the clothing I was expected to wear before that it almost feels strange to have so much of me hidden at once. Living here is going to take some getting used to.
As is living my life without the fear of what punishments it may bring.
Other than the one for murder. I"m sure that one"s going to be han
