Chapter 3

Ava's p.o.v

My alarm went off at exactly 9am, I wasn't supposed to report to work until 11am so I still have time to do my chores. But instead of leaving the comfort of my bed, I lay in my back on the old bed. My body was covered half way from my waist down by a grey duvet that was quite tattered with a few holes in it. My sleep filled eyes remained glued on the old rickety ceiling. l let my gaze trace the barely invisible patterns on the wooded ceiling, while my mind drifted to my unworthy life.

I didn't understand why I was left alone in this world. I couldn't help but think, what if my if my mother had stayed home that day. Would she still be alive? What if my Dad had been around, would I have been forced into this bitter loneliness?

I didn't have answers to the what ifs, and so I decided to stop my thoughts from wandering further. I threw the duvet off my body and steppes out of the bed, I gracefully strolled to my small bathroom, the old wooden floor creaking under my bare feet.