Gabriella Campbell
As a kid, I loved the stage. I always loved the escape it allowed. But, soon enough, my whole life was a stage.
And I was tossed from act to act, attempting to play the parts and push the person I was inside. The rebellious daughter. The horrible sister. Anything was better than what I was inside. Anything was better than weakness. A label was always stuck on my forehead. The dialogues started feeling natural, and the curtain never came down.
Till it did.
Till everything came crashing down.
. . .
