Ginevra
I don’t know what will make me vomit eventually.
During the entire drive to my new home, I was getting sicker by the minute.
I can already taste the bile at the top of my throat as I see my future in-laws waiting for me in front of their front door.
The gravel being crushed under the tires of my brother’s car makes my stomach churn.
“After all that I’ve done for you!”
My brother doesn’t seem to hear me or doesn’t care as he gets out of the car and waves at my new family with a smile.
I get out of the car lazily while my brother gets my suitcases out of the trunk. Two male servants in funny uniforms come running to help him get my things to the house and I follow them quietly.
Each and every step I take has another piece of my soul dying. The gravel suits the sound of me an
