I didn’t begin to show signs of life again until three in the afternoon the following day. My mom came into my room to check on me several times. She would dutifully feel my head and ask me if I was all right, but I wouldn’t answer her; I only moaned and covered my head with my blanket. She told me that both Libby and Ben had called several times, but I just ignored her. I wasn’t ready to talk to either of them. I didn’t even want to think about those two. Right now, they both disgusted me. I knew Libby didn’t know she was doing anything wrong, but to me, she was still the girl who helped rip my heart out. For Ben, I felt a different type of anger. I felt betrayed, hurt, foolish, ignorant, and so many other things, yet somehow, I still wanted him. I couldn’t believe I let myself be
