CATHERINE'S POV
A whole day had passed, and I hadn't found the strength to face the world. School felt like a burden right now. My room had become my refuge.
All I could do was lie on my bed and drown in the suffocating weight of my misery. Each time I closed my eyes, Jack's I saw Jack on me. I felt the force of his weight pressing me down, my struggles against him useless The memory of his hands, his voice, his sheer force overwhelmed me. And then, mercifully, the darkness would come. He had knocked me out, and in some twisted way, I was grateful. I couldn't bear the thought of being conscious for... that.
Tears came in waves until, finally, there were no more to shed. My eyes were dry, but my chest still ached.
Why me? Why did these awful things keep happening to me? The question ech
