Chapter 11
Odette
Being tough isn't always easy. Sometimes it's hard to keep the mask on, it's hard to keep a straight face when all you really want to do, is to lay down and cry until you're completely dry, until there is no water left in your body, until you just can't cry anymore.
Today is a day like that. When I woke up this morning I knew it was going to be a hard day. A day where I have to concentrate extra hard. One single mistake from my side and I will break down crying. That can't happen. Especially not in school. The only place I allow myself to cry is in my bedroom when I'm alone. But even then, I hate myself for being weak.
I have to be strong all the time, I can't be weak, because weak means you're a broke person. I am broken, I know that, but I don't want to be. I want
