Tala
Three years later
"What are we going to do Jabi?" I hear my dad in the kitchen. They are trying to be quiet but I can hear them anyway from my room.
"She is slowly killing herself, if we keep ignoring her and the elongated tantrum she is throwing, it might just be too late."
I don't even understand what all the fuss is about. I am not a child; I like the decisions I have made.
Shutting off my humanity was the best decision I made.
it needed to happen and now I feel like I could do anything and not think about the consequences.
I walk out of my room and to the kitchen, they both look up when they see me and the room becomes silent.
"Hi guys,'' I walk over to the wine cabinet and pull out a bottle of red wine.
"Isn't it too early to be drinking?" Dad asks me with worry in his voice.
"It's four o'clock somewhere,'' I wink as I pour a glass of wine and down it immediately.
