I woke up. And hit me. I remember what happened. It was heartbreaking and i almost lost her. I feel guilty. But i am glad nothing happens to Jane. I couldn't afford if anything bad happens to her i just can't, i rather die. Thank God she's safe. No one is here in the room. I feel empty. I look around i wonder how long i was laying in this bed. I tried to get up and i felt a little sting in my lower back. Oh right. I was shot.
This is all my fault. The blame is all on me. f**k. I did this. I let this happen. If i wasn't that kind of d**k to Zoe before. I guess i can't lie and cover this all up now. I need to make things right. I hope it is not yet too late.
I was the bad guy in the story. It wasn't her. And i can't keep on lying to Jane. I am afraid of course 'cause she might not accept
