It was starting to get dark; with no phone or watch, I had no clue what time it would be. Pulling the hood of my onesie up, I force myself to close my eyes and try to imagine that I was back at the house. "You're safe. You're safe. You're safe." I repeat in whimpering voices. "Except you're not. You're stuck up in a tree. It's dark. What the hell were you thinking, Victoria? You truly are mindless." My mother's voice creeps in. I wince at the sharpness of her words. "Oh, don't act like you don't already know. You're useless. There isn't an ounce of common sense in that empty head of yours. How many times have you lost your phone? Your father and I have already had to buy you five new phones just this year. You wouldn't be able to keep your head if it weren't physically connected to your
