Kendra's Point of View.
The room reeked of rain and mold, misty after mother had left, the quietness eerie as I had shut the door, sitting on the bed, just the shuffle of feet, like a mass exodus, my hair fell to my face, covering the view of whatever I could think of to look at, my hormones raging, stuck between anger and sadness, to lose or to gain, whatever the consequences, I was ready to damn it, but without her support, I felt empty, just how the room felt at the moment.
"Why me?" I asked silently, thunder rumbling loudly in an attempt to echo an answer, the door creaked, and I raised up my head to still meet it closed as I had left it.
"You will never get what you're going for, even if you rightly deserve it." she had said, her voice echoing in my head at that moment, she had mad
