Home didn't provide much comfort. Being alone led to too much thinking, hence why I would've normally had company. Loneliness was one of the worst feelings, but I would rather deal with it than have someone over that I really couldn't stand.
After grabbing a quick dinner, I took a shower. As the hot water rushed over my body, I couldn't help but remember Abby's ghost. That unnaturally pale skin, her desolate eyes, and, of course, the bullet wound. That was something I never wanted to see again, but if I failed this that would be the only way I would ever see her again.
That thought fueled me. I would keep Abby alive. Reality would be nothing more than a nightmare. I would make sure of it.
In my room, I searched for something productive to do. I could've done homework
