24 April 2012
The silence was deafening. My feet, cold and bare, banging on the wooden panels beneath me. I had to get away. If giving my own life was the only way to save him, then I was prepared to make that sacrifice. I could hear them calling my name. The others, who were downstairs, hadn't a clue what was happening just one floor above them. My life was hell before I met him. But I never said it got any better...
1881 Manor • Opuss № I