Celine's POV
Tomorrow, I'll kiss chaos... Tomorrow, my life will get messy...
Sitting on the small mattress that's big compared to my petite frame, I just remain in the middle. My feet are flat on the bed and my legs are pressed to my bosom, with my hands wrapping around it.
Like a dot on an 'I', I rest my chin on my knees, and just stare into space.
I'm basically a shadow of myself, I look like a mess, and I bet my parents will think it's my fault that he hates me this much...
"Celine, don't," I try not to sob again, making nonstop sniffling sounds.
This is me just hating my parents for dragging me into their problems and making me bag all of it in my once small and easy-going life.
It will be understandable if it's just a case of inherited debt, maybe a couple hundred dollar
