Amelia Forbes

182 days left, I reminded myself, simultaneously trying to calm my breathing. Realizing I was griping at my newly changed bedsheets, I slowly released my fingers.

I wiped the furious tears that had started to form in my eyes, watching a single tear fall and sink gracefully on the fresh sheets.

"Why do I keep falling for Jason's pranks?" I queried myself aloud.

By now I should be used to this. To everything. Used to him pulling my legs and making fun of me, used to hearing how worthless I truly was.

Then why?

Why do I keep believing every darn word that comes out of his mouth?...