Melissa’s POV
Hanna and I stood there holding on to each other. I was wondering the whole time why she thought I was dead. A shiver went down my spin as her words repeated in my head, I thought you were dead.
What made her think that way?
Did they tell her I was dead?
I cannot keep asking myself these questions, I need proper answers. I unwrap my arms off Hanna’s frail body and look into her eyes. All I can see is emptiness. A few months ago, you would be exhausted within a minutes of just being around her and listening to her talk because she was a busy body.
Always going on about something or trying to convince you to do the most impossible thing ever. You would never be bored around my best friend, but here we are, standing on the balcony attached to her room in this psychiatric
