Chapter 35

When morning comes and my alarm begins ringing in my ears, dread and hopelessness settle at the pit of my stomach and rise up to my throat. Overnight, I decided on a new plan of action that is flimsy at best but the only light left at the end of the tunnel this week has become. I roll out of bed, brush my teeth, and go to my closet. After pillaging through it, I pull out a black tank top with a bloody handprint imprinted on it that goes from my waist to my underboob, a pair of black skinny jeans with short chains hanging down in a row of three on each side of my leg.