QUESTIONING
As Ienteredthepolicestationmyheartwas racing reallyfast.Mymindwasrehearsingyesterday’s scenesagainand again as if preparing for something.Mymind,mybodycouldn’tbelieve that Ivan, the guy that I went out to theschoolpartywithisnomorewithusinthis universe. Rather than mourning the loss of the guy I loved, I was in police stationbecausehewas murdered byAngelinaandIwasbeingquestioned. I couldn’t evensay bye to himfor the last time. But why am I sympathizing with him, what about me?
I almostsavedmyselffromarapeattemptyesterday, isn’t that a big deal? My life could’ve been ruined in a moment, I could’ve and I still don’t know, I might still go through the PTSDbecause of him and his friends trying to r**e me. But him? His life is gone; he won’t get a second chance but does that mean
