Forgotten Fairies (Ch 1 pt 2)
Santana's POV:
11 years later
I sniffled in my room. Just another night of me crying myself to sleep. It's 4am and all I can do is cry. I lay there, looking up at my blank ceiling. Remember every
word and action my father has done to me. Every word any bully has ever said to me. Every action that's conflicted pain. I climbed out my window and walked
down the streets, my neighbour, Mr. Burkley, was watching TV in his living room with his window open. He's a nice man, I've sold him Girl Scout cookies, watched
his dog and many other things. He's my friend. I walked up till the hill that Britt and I used to go to. I walked up in 5 steps, I used feel like 1,000. I sat on the very
edge and looked up to the sky, reminding all the times on the hill and silently said to myself "What happened to talking to the fairies.." .
