CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Isabel Smith
I stare into the darkness just outside the window. The sounds of heavy breathing from the people I share the barrack with sometimes helps lull me into sleep, but not tonight.
I never used to have trouble sleeping.
Not till my parents looked me in the eye a year ago and told me they were done with their responsibility of raising me. My life had been fine till I walked into the living room that evening. Everything had been going great. I had felt safe and secure, and loved. It took an instant and a few words for me to realize that my parents simply saw me as a burden to be dealt with. They didn't take long in shipping me out here, and out of their house.