-Octavia-
It was the first time in six years that I had finally gotten a good night’s sleep. I still woke up a few times out of habit. I looked around the room. The sun had barely risen, and the days were already growing shorter.
The room wasn’t very large, but I didn’t need much space. I had a queen-sized bed, and to my left, near a small balcony, there was a sofa beside a bookshelf. Directly in front of me was a door leading to the bathroom, and next to that stood a large dresser full of clothes.
Not that I would wear any of them. I still didn’t like accepting things from them, and I had only used the bed because I had fallen asleep while reading my father’s journals.
I grabbed the brown leather journal, and tears welled up in my eyes. The words written inside... it was like readin
