When I woke up the next day, I hoped that Brayden forgot about what happened to me last night. I didn't want to go to the hospital because then I'll have to accept who I truly am. I didn't want to accept that pain had turned me into a whole different person. I didn't want to accept that pain made me vulnerable.
“It's going to be okay," Brayden comforted me as he saw my anxious expression while he took his car keys from his dresser, “I promise Macey."
“None of this is okay," I muttered to myself underneath my breath. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying and looking at the floor.
I just wanted to go back to the past where my sister wasn't kidnapped, I wasn't a screw up, and her brightness shed a light on all of us. Now that she was gone, things were far too dim for my liking.
“May I
