Past
Jane
Laying in my bed with my duvet covering me was how Jas found me. After Aria left, I pucked my gut all over the toilet bowl until there was nothing left in my stomach to throw up and only air came out in the form of agonizing dry heaves. I washed my face with the cold water before finally leaving.
Instead of going to the cafeteria, I went to the exit of the campus. I want to lie down and cry all my misery. I was barely holding on. I finally let go when I reached my room. My phone kept buzzing but I ignored it. And bawled my eyes out.
I was right to distance myself from him, but I never thought of witnessing what he did with my own eyes. The sight of that image is nothing but a knife stabbing deeper into my chest and it hurt. It hurts like a b***h.
Aria's words are playing in
