Chapter 4

“That’s not what this is…” Mico breaks into my rambling thoughts.

“Stop it! I don’t want it, and this conversation is over. Please just go. If we’re done, I need to get better, get out, and know where to collect my belongings.” I snap at him, closing down and pushing away. He may be my first real friend, but I am doing the only thing I know how to do in life to protect myself. I am running away. Emotionally, mentally and when I am well—physically. I don’t need other humans touching my life anymore. I am better when they are all gone. It has been proven time and again.

“Camilla?” Mico soothes, trying to reason and move towards me, a pleading look enveloping that face and trying to soften my resolve, but I raise a palm. Remorse for being rude to him pushed down by my inner steel. I know what’s best for me.

“I’m sorry. I am thankful for all you ever did, but you and him… I need you both gone. I don’t need you standing guard by my bed or waiting for me to change my min