[Amelia]
I hate everything about this place–From the elegant people leaving as I watch from the balcony of my room, to the mafia lord telling them to leave, there is nothing here for me to love.
If only I were a bird. Then I could let myself fall forward from the balcony, spreading my wings wide as the wind picked me up and took me away. Leaning onto the railing, my hair still wet and dripping from my shower, I close my eyes and imagine how it would feel to be truly free, drifting on the breeze as I soar away from here to a place so far and remote I could hide from them all: Not just the mob that wants to kill me, but the one that wants to keep me close.
Everything about today has been a nightmare, a terrible dream I’m still waiting to end, blinking awake to the dim light of my crappy
