Big Bad Wolves

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Genie

“Come on, honey. It's been over a week. You might feel a little better if you get out of bed and get some fresh air.”

My mother is right. I might feel better if I could drag myself out of bed. But I can't. I really can't. Even if I could, I don't want to.

I want to stay buried under my blankets.

I want to keep the lights off and the window covered.

I need the dark silence I've surrounded myself with.

I want to disappear.

And I hate them.