Chapter 24
When I reach house, the feeling I have in me becomes heavier. There's something about my house that seems off to me. The nearer I get to the house, the heavier I feel. I put a palm on my chest, where my heart lies, pumping with ache. The rejection mixes with what I feel as I walk toward the direction of my house. I have been walking and walking until I reach the block where my house is.
The more I look at my house, the more my head thinks that there's something wrong. The aura of the house is different, and not the good kind. I put on a face, the fake one, just because I don't want my parents to see how broken I am. They are going to be worried about it if they ever see me through my façade; they would see how broken I am. I don't want my parents getting worried at me. Just be
