( 6.2 ) j u d i t h EVERYTHING WAS STAGNANT, UNMOVING; DEAD. I can't feel a thing besides than a piercing stab on my chest, slowly draining all the life out of me. I skipped school today, and Marco came over to check on me after school. All he did was nag about how I'm too naive and stupid being caught up in this whole thing. But I don't blame him, he was doing this just to help me. Having him listen to me really proved that he cared. I do owe him a lot. It was cold in my room, my fingers were rubbing against each other for warmth. I listened to Marco talk in front of me, his voice became one with the surrounding in my head. "I get that you don't agree with me on everything, but you've got to see w

