Being the perfect child isn’t exactly an easy role, seeing as nobody can actually relate to her and mostly stand by as she suffered, maybe she’s masking her pain and spewing her pride too well. She sat on her bed, sinking into her lush mattress face-down as she fought back the urge to cry for an hour straight, but below the sadness was a taste of bitter rage, a feeling she’d put away for a little too long..

“ Ugh.. “ She groaned into her pillow..