Aimless walking, running, various panic attacks and break downs had been her by companions throughout the journey to find where the graveyard was.
Perhaps trying to find the graveyard in the middle of the night was not the best choice, especially when she was dressed in a hospital gown and was limping with her hair open. Anybody would take her for a ghost roaming around for her next prey.
So now she sat on the curb, waiting for any taxi to pass by or just anyone that she could hitch a ride with.
Her cheeks felt dry and itchy. Courtesy of crying a thousand times But what could you do? The guilt inside her had led her to the edge of insanity.
She was comparing her parents with another set of them. And even though Leah's parents were better, they were better because they had money and resources that her parents did not have. So, comparing them was idiocy.
