Chapter 12
It’s actually here. The day that I had wished for since the moment I walked into Mercy Psychiatric Facility has finally arrived and instead of jumping for joy, I’m sitting, staring at the contents of my suitcase. I’m at a loss. I am in mourning for something that never actually even happened. Yesterday had been the last time I would see Trey and I’d given the performance of a lifetime as I laughed at the right times and joked in our usual manner. All the while, my insides were attempting to climb out of my throat to become my outsides as I inwardly grieved my loss.
Last night, I’d laid awake, staring into the darkness wondering if he would miss me as much as I was already missing him. In six months’ time, would he still be able to remember my smile or the color of my hair the
