Skyla
I am running in one direction. I don't know where I am going. It is suffocating to stand around those people who believe that they know me. I cut all contacts from everyone. No, I don't need help. I can't stay in that home as every corner of that home remind me of her. I could hear her laughter, scolding, and calling my name for some reason. Fear! I am not afraid of her voice echoing in her home. I love to stay there. Sometimes I feel maybe I am still asleep and everything just a mere nightmare of mine.
But whenever I remember the truth I laugh at my fate. To the person, I used to see as my family, she left me. She did not give me time to take her somewhere, where doctors would not declare they couldn't cure her. She left me. I called her so many times. But she did not wake up aft
