“IT’S GOING TO be okay, Chelsey,” said Slade as I lay under the covers, staring at the wall. I’d been that way for the last two days, afraid to leave my room, let alone my bed. Nobody could talk me out of it, either. Not Slade, Melody, or even Liam, who’d visited me, earlier that morning. None of them had been able to lift my spirits and truthfully, I didn’t want them to. I just wanted to wallow in my own self-pity. It was the one thing that I could control and something inside of me that was still... human. I wasn’t ready to give that up yet, as pathetic as it was. “You’re stronger than this.”
I didn’t say anything.
“You can’t stay in bed forever, you know.”
When I still didn’t respond, he grabbed the bedcovers, pulled them off of me, and tossed them onto the floor.
“Hey!” I hollered,
