Adalyn laid in the shared bed staring up to the ceiling. she wasn’t the sleepy kind of tired. she was tired of her life. she felt unhappy, she rarely went outside, barely even got up out of bed. the house was always a mess, the kitchen was always piled with dishes.

Adalyn always wondered what it’d be like to just.. disappear. she wore a white tank top and red plaid pajama bottoms. her arms covered in scars.