Ugh! Does she ever stop her screaming and constant degrading towards me? I swear that woman doesn't know when to stop. Anyways, I have to go with her to this fundraiser thing for the hospital. It was all good and peachy until there was mention of a dress, which requires heels. So not my style. It's this dark purple thing that she created...for me. Imagine that.
It's like she's begging me to be one of her damn models.

All that is besides the point thought, what really is bothering is that I feel like something is missing. Something vital. Ever since my thirteenth birthday I've been...

I still haven't the slightest clue why I made Grams move us back here. It rains all the time and there is hardly ever a bit of sunshine. I haven't been able to sleep since we've arrived either. It's as if someone or something is calling me towards it. I have been having strange dreams too, as if they are memories. Maybe they are...who knows. They go back to when I was a child in Cantwell.

Cantwell. I miss it so much. I remember a boy...faintly. For some reason I can't seem to let go of him. His eyes were always so soft and made me feel safe. Yesterday I was a foolish girl and decided...