AMY
Jimmy apparently saw snapchats of the fight. He had forwarded the videos to me. I felt sick seeing them. This was all my fault. None of this would’ve happened if I just said ‘no’. When Lucy and I got home, I went straight up to my room. I grabbed the pillow that Ryan had slept on last night and inhaled his comforting scent and cried my eyes out. Eventually, Lucy came upstairs with a plate of pasta for me. She sat quietly next to me on the bed while I cried and ate. “He’s gonna be okay,” Lucy promised me as she rubbed my back. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that’s not why I was crying. This is all my fault I chanted in my head.
I woke up late (around 1:30am) to what sounded like a knock on my window. My head felt fuzzy and my eyes hurt. Confused, I walked slowly over and peered
