Andrew pov..
It was dark, and everyone had gone to sleep. I sat, unsure of what to do. I couldn't even sleep if I tried, so what the heck is going on with me?
I tried to wake Mom to tell her what was troubling me, but for some reason, I felt it best not to say anything. I didn't want her to worry, to see her sad, or to trouble her with my worries.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and wondered why it had to be this way. Why did I feel hurt? Why was I being this way?
I walked out of the room, deciding to go into the living room once again. I thought it best to just relax and maybe I would feel happy and not have to worry anymore.
After a while of doing all those things, I felt it was pointless. I couldn't understand why all this kept happening, why I was feeling this way.
I broke down on the ground, feeling like every day it kept getting worse. Was that man really serious? Did he know me that he had to tell me all this?
