~~AXEL~~
People think tragedy is loud. Like a bomb going off. But it’s not. It’s quiet. It’s the sound of tires losing their grip on wet asphalt. It’s the silence after the glass stops shattering.
And it started with something so stupid.
Something that didn't matter. Something you look back at years later and question your sanity.
Odin.
It was always Odin; he supplied us with trouble steadily on a daily basis.
We all hated him. He was the type of guy who woke up choosing violence. He’d spent years tormenting me, making fun of Raphael, mocking my need for control. And Romona? The innocent little girl was the easy target.
She was born with a slight limp; her left leg was weaker than her right. She wore a brace throughout middle school, and even though she didn't need it anymo
