Chapter 12
Sebastian
It was him, all right. There was simply no life on his face—no joy, no expression. Just blankness, along with the purple bruises that littered his skin and colored his once warm complexion into a whitish hue. His girlfriend had already crumbled into a mess on the floor beside me, clutching onto my hand. Her sobs barely registered in my brain, just small little sounds hitting the back of my mind, bouncing off the wall I had erected. It shouldn’t have gotten to me, but it did.
He had been with me for a while—three years, as a matter of fact—and for the first time in over ten years, I considered him a mild friend. He didn’t know too much, but he also didn’t ask. He always stayed right on the edge of moderately annoying.
I still remember the first day I came into
