The Beginning Of The End
Faith
Two months.
It had been two months since I had literally thrown myself onto my own sword. My father's hand on the hilt and been catapulted back to the human world.
Two months of not seeing them.
And two months of waking up screaming every single day, drenched in sweat and fighting against the covers.
Nightmares plagued me. Nightmares that I dreamt night after night but couldn’t remember in the cold light of day.
My grandparent said I needed professional help and I knew they were scared I was having the same kind of breakdown as my mother had. I tried to reassure them, to act normal but every single day I would wake up the same way and then plaster the same fake smile on my face.
Every. Single. Day.
They wanted me to go back to school but I couldn’t
