Chapter 22

Angel's POV

Today was my birthday. Every child grows up wishing and waiting for the day they turn eighteen, but the last week only made me dread it. I spent the last three days telling myself that I couldn't just sleep until this significant change that would potentially ruin my life happened, but the more I said it, the more depressed I felt. I didn't understand how I could sleep so much and still feel like shit.

Glancing from my bed, I spotted the stack of granola bars piled near my door. The notion of eating didn't exactly excite me, but my stomach's growls were relentless. Summoning the will to get up, I plopped down on the floor and reluctantly unwrapped one of the bars. With a hesitant bite, I couldn't help but emit a quiet moan of satisfaction. Either I was starving, or this was the best fucking thing I had ever tasted!

In no time, a pile of wrappers had accumulated on the floor beside me. I marveled at the fact that I had devoured over ten granola bars in a matter of minutes.