Bella
With the rain still pouring down, I trudged the last block to the dorm, soaked to the bone, my sneakers squelching with every step. My mind was a mess, replaying every worst-case scenario about Mom, about school, about everything falling apart. Tears mixed with the rain on my face; I didn’t even try to hide them anymore. By the time I reached the building, I just stood under the overhang outside the entrance, staring at the street. The thought hit me hard and clear: maybe I should just run out there, right into the path of the next car. One quick end to all this weight. My heart pounded at the idea, legs already twitching like they might actually do it.
Then my phone buzzed in my pocket, loud against the drumming rain. I pulled it out with shaking fingers. Mom. A broken sob tore ou
