Surviving Graham

Having to exert so much effort all week just to give off an appearance that I am a functioning adult makes me feel like a hostage. When I am honest, a hostage is exactly what I am. I am locked in an emotional prison five days a week, and kept from the six other people who are the only people who understand my torment. My siblings and I were only sixteen the night Ardent Graham crept into our lives and murdered all eight of our parents. Becoming a fully functioning adult after that is a fleeting dream. The most you can hope for after that is to be left alone with the only family you have left. I guess even that was too much for us to hope for. The press never left us alone. We thought who we became after what happened to us was our business, but apparently there's little that is just our business. Seven years ago we finally found a solution: a secluded three story beach house in Big Sur. This became our weekend sanctuary where no one could see us, point at us, or hurt us. God help the soul who invades our sanctuary.