Shawn Taylor's POV:
It is a moonless night. The clock has recently stuck at ten. Fortunately, it ain't freezing outside, but it is pretty chilling and right now I can give my soul to be in bed again, away from all the lights and cherishing the darkness only my room, my cocoon can offer. The day had been chaotic with all the drama of Dad's yelling, Grandpa's lecture, and Mom's interventions. I cannot handle it anymore. I want solace. I want to stay away from prying eyes.
I would either die of suffocation here or lose my mind. I don't feel like talking or seeing anyone. I feel utterly, terribly lonely. It has been a whole day and I can still hear it all out with every single syllable and pause. I just cannot reform my brain's memory of the horrifying mortification.
I can feel the disapp
