It was so weird being here. This place brought back so many memories. Some great, some horrid. Personal memories were eating me alive. Just thinking about it, this place was the place I lost my virginity at. And later regretted it. This was the house of Aaron Turner. My dead ex-boyfriend.

I looked around the room at the sorrow-filled faces. I spotted a few from school. Mercedes Leigh was brawling out on some guy. She was Aaron's-as dubbed my the school-widow. She was the reason Aaron and I had broke up just a month prior to this. My friend, Kelly McHann, was gulping down a glass of champagne, as usual. Getting wasted was what she did best. Miranda Constantine, another friend of mine, was standing against the wall talking to Gage Brawler. Miranda was the girl who made all the boys orgasm right after the look at her. Gage Brawler was one of the football players and a close friend of Aaron's. He was probably trying to talk Miranda into a night at his place. Then I spotted Davis Leon. The school nerd, but also every girl's dream guy. Smarts and hotness. Lastly, was Courtney Careen. She was rocking back and forth in her chair. Crying. Ignoring everyone.

I walked over to Kelly.

"It's so weird being here,"I said.

"You wanna leave, honey? I can take you home if you want,"Kelly said, digging in her purse for her car keys.

"Oh no, Kelly. I'll take a cab. I'll talk to you later, okay? I just can't be here,"I said, walking over to Miranda and Gage.

"You leaving, Issy?"Miranda asked.

"Yeah. I just came by to tell you guys to take Kelly home. She's been hitting the bottle,"I said.

"Call us later, baby,"Gage said, kissing my cheek.

I said my goodbyes to everyone and walked outside of the Turner's home. I walked over to the curb and pulled out my cell phone.

"Going somewhere?"

I turned to my side. Another one of my good friends, Kevin Jonas, was walking up. His hands tucked into his black slacks pockets. His sweater vest wrinkle free. His crisp button-up under it. His shoes were shiny. His hair was out in it's natural curls. He looked handsome, as usual.

We hugged.

"I'm heading home. Why weren't you at the burial site?"I asked.

"I just got in from Connecticut. I was visiting my uncle. I rushed here as soon as I got back. Why are you leaving?"He asked.

"I just don't feel right being around all of this Aaron drama. I just need to clear my head,"I explained.

"I can give you a ride if you want me to, Issy,"Kevin suggested.

"Nah. Im good. I think I'm just gonna call a cab,"I said.

"No, really. Come on. I'll come back here later,"Kevin said, grabbing my hand.

I followed Kevin to his new truck. He had got it as a birthday present from his father.

I climbed into the passenger seat while Kevin climbed into the driver seat. He looked at me before putting the key in the ignition. Before he started the car, I felt his hand grab mine once more. His hands were warm. Mine were cold. He sent this shock up my arm through my whole body. I looked at him. His hazel eyes were looking dead into my blue ones.

"Isabella, know that Aaron is in a better place and he didn't mean to hurt you. Don't let any of this beat you up. It's not anyone's fault,"He said.

I squeezed his hand. I didn't want to let go. I just nodded my head in agreement. I slowly let my hand slip from his and he started the car.

He drove me to my house and went back to the Turner's house.

I slowly climbed up my front porch steps and opened the door. My mother was flung across the couch. Sleeping. Pain pills scattered across the floor. I walked upstairs. My sister was in her room, reading, with her iPod in her ears. My brother was in his room, talking on the phone. And my father was in his room, typing on his laptop.

"Hey, Dad. I'm back from the funeral,"I said, tapping on the frame of his door.

He spun around in his computer chair.

"Hey, Issy. Glad you're back. If you're hungry there's some Chinese food in the fridge,"He said.

"Okay,"I said, walking into my room.

I flipped the light on in my room and started to undress. I kicked off my black high heels. Unzipped my dress and threw it to the floor. And untied my hair from the ponytail it was in. I slipped on a tank top and some basketball shorts and decided to read a book.

I didn't want to think about Aaron or anything like that. I didn't want to think about how or why he died. But I couldn't help but to. I couldn't picture Aaron committing suicide, but that's what the police called it. I had heard rumors that he did it for me. That, I couldn't believe either. And I couldn't believe he was actually gone. Taken away from the world. He was dead.