Chapter 15
Jarrod Lerman
I feel weak, helpless, sad, sorrow, angry, longing uninformed which makes my mind confuse. To be honest, I am mad but at the same time, my heart tells me I need to be a friend. His friend. Wesly's friend. Even though he was the one who caused me pain, now that I am facing him, I can't spat at him, 'I hope you die in hell, you little piece of s**t. You ruined my life. Rot in hell!' because my other side; the friendly and caring side, is overtaking the other side.
Wesly keeps crying when, to be honest, I should be the one doing that. But no, my tears are not coming out. He's clinging to me whilst we sit on the cold white tiled floor, making me shiver as my palm accidentally lands on it. I keep patting his back. Good thing there's no once coming in the bathroom. I
