One day much sooner than you think you will open your eyes up and you will breathe fresh air into those tired lungs within that aching chest of yours and it will fill you up with warm, golden light, I know that right now everything seems so dark and lonesome and I know it isn’t fair I know you feel the pain of that monster’s hands around your mother’s throat, his poison in her blood, but this will only ruin you if you let it and I am begging you to be brave and I am pleading with you to be kind, even to yourself.
I know you think that this is the end but I promise you there is so much to look forward to.
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