The steps I took felt heavy, each one demanding all of my strength to move forward. I needed to leave; they couldn't find me eavesdropping on their conversation. However, how could I stay still, knowing there was a chance my best friend might end up dead?
The thought of him gone scared the life out of me.
I didn't have the guts to face Norman's family right now. It was too much to handle, draining everything out of me. I retraced my way back to the hospital doors, my strides fast and uneven, as if someone were chasing me from behind.
I needed to get out first and clear my mind. If I stood in front of them while I was still a mess, it would turn out to be more of a disaster than it should be.
This was all my fault, no matter what anyone said. If I weren't a person who picked fights wher
