Sixty-Five

Sally's POV

I walked out and went to a cafe not far from my house to sit, eat cake, drink coffee, and try to escape some things by reading the novel I had borrowed not long ago. Not thinking about him and his other lips.

Ever since I stopped drinking Janet's homemade chamomile tea, and my grandparents continued giving me "Cleanse" tea, I've been more deranged than usual, and it's made me very anxious. I couldn't concentrate, couldn't think properly, my emotions were all over the place, and most of all I kept feeling confused. About what, I'm not sure. But I'm still learning, step by step.

Personally, I think, Janet's tea is a good thing to give me because it helps me forget things I don't want to remember. And apparently, it also suppressed my true feelings about everything and everyone around me. It keeps me in check.

All of my housework and training have been eliminated for a week straight because I'm pretty sure my grandparents can see how I've been acting lately. Like I'm not myse