Wednesday,
19 September, 2018.
06:10㏘.
TORI POV.
I was flat on my back, face looking at the ceiling, my eyes stinging with fresh tears, but I'd promise myself not to cry again. Like they say ‘it's no use crying over spilled milk’. But in my case it's no use because no matter what I do, I know I'm going to die!.
It still doesn't make any sense to me why she would do this, but like my mom always said crazy is crazy. And this b***h was pure crazy. The little iron door opened and in walked the devil with a huge smile on her face.
“Did you sleep well, Victoria?”. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, as I laid there not answering her.
“You keep forgetting your life is in my hands”. She said so low, I almost didn't hear her. “So, show me the right attitude”.
