Sienna's POV
Staring up at the ceiling, I let Delama's words sink in.
"Don't make the same mistake I did."
It was no lie that I felt bad for Delama and what happened. But could I really believe him to not hurt me? Was what Delama said about him protecting me true or was it just a lie?
With so many questions circling in my head, I was no longer tired. In fact my brain was very active. It didn't want sleep, it wanted an answer.
One thought, rather person, continuously popped into my head.
Feeling something well up inside of my stomach, I ran through the door closing it behind me. Something wet fell continuously down my face and I stared at the liquid fall in front of me. It was then I realized that I was crying. Again. But I didn't care. It didn't matter to me.