Chapter Forty- Nine

All fingers in all shapes and forms pointed to Bree and her gang of ghouls. I was empty inside the whole night I couldn’t even be joyful at aunt Courtney’s efforts that proved she was almost back on track. I had a dreamless sleep last night despite my hopes of being transported to that place of peace and unite with the animal that was said to be a folktale and a figment of one’s imagination. I dragged my heavy head off the pillows in the morning, to aimlessly direct myself to the bathroom. After my usual hygiene routine, I was mostly awake now. It was Thursday and I was in the mood to be smashed back to my senses since I was carelessly allowing crackheads shit on me.

I wore black fishnet stockings under a tight black leather skirt, and tucked my long sleeve, high neck black bodysuit under it. I wore black high heel boots and styled my hair into a high ponytail after inserting studs on my earlobe holes. I applied eyeliner on and grabbed my school bag. If I should say so myself, I looke