S K Y E W I L S O N
I swing my legs back and forth , glaring down at the carpet . It's been a week and a half since Kai brought me back . Still , in a way I feel trapped . Lost . Needing . I need some kind of escape , some way to keep my mind off the things that happened to me . Sure , the death of my parents still tug at the strings of my heart when I think of them . I still long to have just one more moment with my mother , to gaze into her brown eyes and have her tell me everything is going to be okay . I even wish my father could scold me one last time -- to be frank , that's all he ever did .
Those are things I can easily distract my mind from and halt my lingering longing . But this , this overpowering need to search for more is so overwhelming that I sometimes struggle to breat
