~Noelle~
After my conversation with Lucy, I couldn't sleep that night. He'd stumbled upon paradise hills during one his days out. Back when they were still trapped together. He'd found the place odd. Something like a giant facility. He didn't bother checking much of the place but from what Lucy remembers it was practically one of those reformed camps. The people there didn't know how to he angry. They were on some kind of drug. And he could swear there was a strange smell being produced by these weird flowers that everyone had. They even carried it with them.
I hate both of my parents. I can't believe I cried for those fuckers. I could have done something better with my fucking life! I lived with regret and pain from the age of twelve. And no one felt any sadness. Neither of them cared about me.
It stings me the most to know my father raised another child better, but he'd washed his hands clean off me.
