Keeping secrets

On the weekends, Amy would often find herself doing nothing these days. She was too afraid to go out on her own ever since Raven had abducted her and Stacy. Even if the fifteen-year-old teenager did want to go somewhere… who could she go with? When thinking about this, her heart just sank deeper.

Today was just one of those days when Amy felt like her life was cursed. Even more than usual. Her eyes were puffy and slightly sore underneath due to how much she had been rubbing them, and she had nearly emptied out the box of tissues on the table.

‘Ah damn... Gary is going to get annoyed at me for wasting this many tissues.’ Amy thought, looking at the box. Imagining his angry reaction, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. Thinking about her brother was the only thing that cheered her up these days.