A Lonely Home

The house is lonely without anyone else here. I don't mind the silence and I know I have to be brave while I'm alone. I can be brave, I know that much is true.

Today they took 10 vials of my blood. My arm hurts and soon the Mark of Cain will return. Don't worry, I will just tell people I am back doing heroin again. No one will suspect.

My grandmother always says, "Things will work out in the end." She is from a generation that has worked through life and in her 70s can say it and rightfully believe it. I can't wait to get to that day where I can say, "This will work out in the end. They did for me."