I looked back at Heather's diary and gulped. I closed the chapter and took a deep breath. I can't figure out how badly she was wounded by everything that happened. Those things are far worse. I can feel her emotions and her misery, how those people that were supposed to be helping and making her feel safe betrayed and destroyed her. I pity myself for not making her feel the warmth of living. I did, maybe I did... for a little time. Maybe she is right. I left her... I left her alone. I was gone at most times that she needed me. I didn't believe everything she said. All I care about is what I am feeling and I disregard her thoughts and emotions. I know that I am guilty. I am part of the reason why she did that. I am afraid that this will go too far. I am afraid that people might think that e
