𝙃𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑:
Everyone thinks that I'm going cranky. Yesterday I overheard Hugo talking to Dad about how I needed rehab. Hugo thinks that I have post-traumatic stress disorder! I wanted to go there and break his bloody face with my knuckles but I didn't do it. It would just prove their point I am really cranky.
How many times should I have to clarify to them that Znakomstvo doesn't betray his allies? I'm done with them. There is no point in proving myself to them anymore. Why does no one believe me?
The only person who ever loved me and believed me has already left this world. I hope she is in heaven right now. My chain of thoughts was interrupted by the vibrating sound on my phone. Who is calling me now?
I was in no mood to speak to anyone but I just needed to check who called me. I took my phone from the desk and unlocked the phone with my thumbprint.
