The night getting cold and she shivers in fears. Her room was real dark . Only tiny lights skimmed through the cracks of the door . Annabelle was cowering on her bed, tugging her pillow tight with silent accompany the flowing time.
'What if I failed to be true? '
To what?
People doesn't really care about you. They gives no shit bout the hell you experiencing.
You yourself are alone. Please do well to remember that , Annabelle.