Marianne's POV
I really don't know what's happening to me. All my life I have been trying to escape from these urges of mine. I don't know how many times I have tried, but unfortunately, it keeps coming back. I just wanted to live a normal life.
I walked to my Aunt's house and headed to the kitchen. I just love drinking coffee before going to bed. I've had enough for today and I need to relax a bit. That is if I can really take a good rest. I hope so.
"Marianne? Why are you late?" my Aunt asked. Worry wrapped in her face. She's not used to me coming home late, though it always happens.
"I'm sorry." that's the word that came to my mouth before I thought of something else. My Aunt shook her head, knowing that she couldn't do anything but forgive me for being late.
"Are you having a coff
