But that’s why mom brought me here, right? She thinks I have some kind of mental illness. I’m going to dedicate myself to prove that she’s right, promised Trey at that time. Adie Fierce, his younger and only sister, through her telephone call, repeatedly warned him that his antics would just guarantee his long stay in the facility. “Please stop whatever you’re trying to prove. I know you’re different but not that kind of different!” Adie said, her distress voice reverberating throughout the phone line.
That’s how the weeks after weeks went by in the facility, flowing like a repeating dull song, like a sea minor the wind and wave. Despite the medicine he regularly swallowed three times a day, he doubled his trouble sleeping. Most of the night,