I’d spent two weeks in the AA room crying my heart out. When I had no more tears to shed, I counted all the bottles mounted on the walls. When I was done with that I counted the tiles, and then the raindrops that hit the window. Eating and drinking became a second necessity for me; the lives inside me didn’t even matter. Every time I heard footsteps outside the door, or the phone ring or the door open I thought it was Ash. But when I checked and it wasn’t him. It made me sink deeper into my depression.
Jane had called a couple of times to ask why I wasn’t at school but Ann came up with a number of excuses. I wasn’t going to go anywhere until Ash came back. The guys debated on breaking the wall but my sisters wouldn’t have it they said I needed time. Billy also wasn’t going to risk los
