After Ellie left me to go back to bed, apparently it's two in the morning, I sat in the bed. Shivering from what had gone on in that dream.
What would happen if she took me back to my mom and dad?
I don't want to even think about that, it's stressful enough. I felt my stomach churn at that thought.
Ellie's only sixteen, she can't take care of me. She would end up taking me back to them.
There is no way that will happen, unless I decide to be stupid.
Amelia, don't be stupid about this. You know, unless you would like to be dead meat on a pretty plate.
I snap out of my thoughts when I realize that I had been walking towards the front door.
My body wants me to leave because it can't handle anything else. Neither can my mind.
So I walked out deciding that it's better to live out on the street for a while longer.
Until there's no chance of someone taking me back to my parents.