I know every crack and spot on my bedroom ceiling. I follow the patterns with my eyes for hours on sleepless nights. Those nights that seem to take fo..
I head home on the bus at the end of the day. I fight off car sickness as I try to complete my homework, I never like to have it pile up so I try to g..
"Suspect" The word resonates in my head like the chime in a bell. My eyes are as puffy and red as my stitched up hand. I stare at the white floor of t..