KIERA
The mirror shatters under my fists and little by little the blood starts pouring from my knuckles. Tears stung my eyes and stung my cheeks as they flooded through like a broken dam. The TV that was attached to the wall detached easily in the rage that was fueling my muscles, chunks of drywall littered the floor. The numbness, the empty feeling inside of me was abundant. All these years I’ve been struggling to stay afloat, to stay present. I’ve blamed myself all these years and Leslie knows that. She’s been there through it all, she’s been my best friend ever since their deaths. I feel like I can’t trust anyone anymore.
Collapsing onto the bed, I curled up into a ball and screamed. There’s nothing else to take my anger out on. Everything is ruined, broken like me.
I heard the
