The next few days went painfully slow, my mind kept repeating what happened that day.
The indecisiveness of who's fault is this is killing me, maybe I overreacted to the situation? , maybe I did the right thing?
Sigh.
It's been 4 days since that happened and my mind completely shut out, making it impossible to think, My body refused to get up from the bed, but I couldn't stay in my home any longer, I already run out of reasons to tell my mom without mentioning about them or Daniel.
So without any other choice, I got ready for school.
I sat in my seat in my class, and my mind hardly took in what the teacher said.
I painfully waited for the classes to be over, so I could get back to my rooms where I feel safe again.
Luckily, the bell rang, announcing the school was over, and I practic
