Chapter Twenty Five
HOPE'S POV I submerged in an ocean of culpability. It is asphyxiating me, robbing me of my ability to inhale air. It is tedious and rough to endure. I am convinced that this is eternal. The lingering images of the gruesome scenes will be the decorations under the ocean that I call my ghastly home. Everything hurts. I still remember how everything started, how everything was under control before a sudden impact throbbed my head. After a while, when the pain subsided, and I realized what exactly happened, I looked over to my left. Tyler lied unconscious beside me, in a bizarre position. He had shards from the window agonizingly pierced in his arms and a bloody wound on his head. He had injuries more severe than mine. I climbed out of the car with much trickiness and scurried to get Tyler
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