Sydney
If I were being honest with myself, I knew I wouldn’t have made it across the road before the car made a flat bread out of me.
And honestly? Maybe I needed it. Maybe a week or more in the hospital would help erase the party from my brain.
“Don’t let their words get to you, Syd. They’re all asslicking idiots.” Meave had said, holding my hand as we waited for her driver on the lawn.
But their words got to me. They always did.
And the minute I got back to my room, I yanked off the alcohol soaked sweater and shoved it somewhere I didn’t want to remember.
I took a shower, then I curled into bed and tried to force myself to sleep. But I only ended up crying even more.
I woke up the next morning feeling like an elephant was sitting on my eyes, and I wouldn’t have forced them open if
