CHAPTER 3. SOME THINGS.
QUILL
I looked ahead of me, the nightmares playing in my head, and realised that they were not real and I was not alone here. I had this strange man who I met earlier standing in front of me, staring at me, trying to read me, his intense black eyes was settled on me with a frown on his forehead, he was figuring out. While for me, my breath was abnormal, acting out. Because of my past traumas I have faced in my life.
I am not generally like this, I have learned to gather myself well, I have learned to try my at being courageous, but some things won't stop haunting me. Some struggle I have been in my life earlier, still keeps appearing in my head. And this house, this house is way to too similar to the house my brother brought me to show. He had abandoned me, aft
