VIOLET
It takes me three hours to put my room back together, sans mattress and box spring. In fact, my room looks a whole lot bigger without the bulky furniture. My pictures are all gone.
When I first discovered it on Monday, I did three loads of laundry to get rid of the paint on my underwear, and I had to toss all the clothes that were ripped to shreds. But I didn’t want to deal with the furniture. I didn’t want to take down the photos. So I hid it from Willow for four days.
Now it’s Friday, a quiet day with no classes, and I have the mental capacity to deal with it.
Whoever did this had a lot of anger, which makes me think of Greyson.
And trust me, I don’t want to be thinking about him.
Willow gets home on the tail end of my cleaning spree, when I’m struggling to push my red-stain
