In and out 51

My first job was to try to keep my eyes open. It wasn't a silly task. It was getting heavier and all I want to do was sleep lulled by good memories of my mother and Lucien. Though I hated him hours before I couldn't think of anything other than him. I guess when you are near death you forgive people too easily. She was walking before me restlessly. I think she has finally lost it. There is no other explanation for this crazy idea of hers. I wish I had listened to my aunt for once. Maybe I will be alive and thriving I only hoped that she finishes her task quickly and not let Igor rape me.