Being locked away at the all-girls Catholic College for seven years was certainly an easier experience than this. It was me alone, left to my own world. I didn't have to face anything. I didn't have to think about anything that I didn't want to think about, and I could get angry about anything. I could rage about my hurt behind closed doors, and wear a smile in front of everyone. I could mull over my pain, my regrets, anything without being disturbed.
Now I sat beside Abel in his Ford as he drove me to what I was once considered home. What I'd once felt incredibly safe in. Now, I didn't even know what was home anymore. I felt lost, like a lone dandelion seed swaying to whatever direction the wind took me. I didn't know where I belonged. I didn't know who I was once. Who I was now. Who I was meant to be. Who they wanted me to be.
