Sadly, for the next six nights, my days end the same way. Day in and day out, I tirelessly clean the house until I collapse into the soft bed of my childhood. When I get into bed to sleep, I stare at their picture until I’m out cold.
Sometimes I wake in the night, and think about Kendric. I remember how kind he was to me during his visit, and now that he's gone, I miss him, even though I tell myself I shouldn’t.
He’s just a nice man who saved me.
Tonight, as I lay here awake again, the thoughts catch me off guard and I instinctively cover my eyes, hoping I’ll fall back asleep. My body is too tired for this.
Missing him is not something I should be doing. I barely know the man and all he did was free me from that awful house. Why am I acting like this?
As I let out a deep sigh, I slowl
