YukiHoshigaki

You stared at the ceiling in your bedroom. At your old house, you would stare at the window and watch the morning sunrise. However, your windows had been bored up months prior to this date, so there were only a few rays of sun able to escape through the cracks in the boards. The nails that held the maple steady were rusted and bent. It was as if you were some kind of convict trapped in a homemade prison. It took you a moment to collect yourself, but your rubbed your eyes and slowly pushed yourself out of bed. Your legs and back ached from last night’s grueling rounds of ‘playtime.’ You noticed that Gamzee had already gotten