Chapter Twelve

I stare into the mirror blankly as I pull the brush through my severely tangled hair. The past two days have gone by in a daze, with me trying to uphold a strong facade in front of everyone and then going ahead to cry myself to sleep every night. I'm not a crier, have never really been. But the emotional exhaustion of my situation is beginning to get to me. I knew I wasn't welcome here but an assassination attempt and by someone like Anna is extreme even for me. I find myself thinking of her at the most random times. I remember how excited she had been on the first day we met. What had been going through her head? Was this her plan all along? Did she act alone? Had there been other attempts that failed? What finally made her break that day? And most importantly, what did I do to deserve that?

I need some kind of closure, but I definitely won't be getting that anytime soon, if not ever. But in the mean time, I'm once again reminded of the fact that I can never get too comfortable arou