KATE’s P.O V.
Maybe it’s been an hour or so since I started to wander around the streets. I felt tired, drunk, and hurt. My feet were already aching because of my shoes. My dress even got dirty because of all the running and stuffs. I decided to take a rest, not bothering if someone could see me out here.
I sat on the cold ground, before I hugged my knees and cry. I didn’t know what to do. It only feels like yesterday when Claire and I were just watching horror movies over my house just to ease boredom. I sometimes miss those moments, knowing that could never happen again right after what I did tonight.
I keep asking myself one question... And that is, am I a bad person? Can people blame me for being like this just because I got hurt in the past? I don’t know the answer, and I know that
