Nadi rolled back and forth, back and forth, on her bed. Tears were streaming down her face, and her laughter burned in her ears. She hurt - she hurt all over. But the voices said it would get better. They knew her best…knew everything about her: her likes, her dislikes; what made her happy, what made her sad…and what she was afraid of. What she was terrified of. What made her cower and bury her head every night during her mother's nocturnal beatings. The voices said it would get better. As long as she did what they said.
And she planned to.
Okay, uhmmm - cringes - I can explain. Really. I can. I've been very, very busy with homework…and some fights with friends…and suffering a slight case of writer's block. Which is why you only have this short, short chapter…but it explains a lot. Right? So you'll forgive me…right?
So, please, even though I've been a very bad author and not updated, leave a review? Please? -Does Akaya's puppy eyes-