Amani
Waking up in Josiah’s bed felt oddly right in some way and only seemed to solidify the truthfulness of our relationship. I stretched out lazily and reached out for my phone that Josiah had set on the bedside table last night. I still didn’t remember anything, and I was still the girl that heard voices in my head. Although, said voice had gone silent and no one had put my mind at ease about it either. No, instead, they had remained silent. My mother – Kathy – had shown up after the others had left and all she had done was cry. I couldn’t stand to see my parents upset, but I couldn’t help them. I didn’t remember them and when Gavin had asked me if I wanted to go home with them, I had declined the invitation. For some reason, I felt calm here and I didn’t want to go anywhere. I scrolle
