Chapter twelve
Vivienne Hart POV
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(the past)
I always had trouble sleeping. Oftentimes Grandpa used to ask me to just close my eyes tight even when I couldn't sleep.
He told me it will help me fall asleep.
But he didn't understand that I didn't like the dark, and it always made it hard for me to keep quiet as I felt anxious.
So without grandpa knowing, I sneak outside my room where all the lights are still turned off and walk towards the kitchen so I can sleep under the cabinet door. The lights from the outside keep it lit through the whole night.
I'm not confident why, but I hate the dark. And I think that's weird. I'm twelve years old, and I am a big girl.
Well, that's what my grandmother tells me every time time I leave for school.
She waves at me goodbye, saying I'm a big
