I chose to lose so I could gain and with loss comes pain. I laughed; if my mug and finger nails were painted black instead of pink, I'd definitely be able to read this at a Goth coffee shop. Writing would have to take a backseat; the stuff that was coming out on paper just wasn't what I wanted to create. I heard a door open from the other end of the house; my parents must have woken up. Three hours of sleep was all I had been able to take before my mind refused to continue on with horrifying dreams — so caffeine was going to be my best friend today. I closed my notepad, threw it into my satchel, and headed for the door. When I stepped into the hallway, I saw my mother knocking on the door of my old bedroom. She turned her head when she heard me and confusion marked her face. "Why are you staying in Mandy's room, Tessa?" she asked. I was sure my Dad or sisters would have been able to guess without asking.
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