No, this isn't happening. I had thought to myself on that day, that fateful day.
I sat in my bed, staring at my floral comforter, in total silence. I was just thinking. Thinking about what had happened. I'm never going to see him again, I thought to myself. I will never be able to see him again. Ever. Then, as I began to process, it all came down on me. It felt like my world had crumbled as my body racked with loud sobs. And then it dawned on me; my whole world had collapsed. Because he was my whole world. And now he's gone. Out of sight, but never out of mind. You know, I thought to myself. If he were here, you can bet that he'd be sitting by my side right now. He'd smooth my hair down gently, as my head lay in his lap. Then, he'd kiss the top of my head, and tell me that it would be okay. That it would all be okay. But it's not okay. It's not. I don't know how I'll be able to get over this grief; I really don't. I start to cry harder, as I bury myself in the depths of my bed, wallowing in my sadness.
I hear footsteps on the stairs. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Three separate pairs of feet. They come running in, as if my loud sobbing had set off an alarm in their brains, signaling for them to come to my aid.
"Hanna," The one with the feather earrings pressed my head silently to her chest, while the other two watched, tears forming in their eyes. The girl with the slightly darker skin wrapped her arms around the two of us on one side, and the last one did the same on the other side. When our group hug finally broke, they were all staring at me as if I had four heads. Suddenly, out of the blue, my phone chimed. Ping. Ping.
It's all your fault Hanna, and you know it. You're the one that really killed Caleb.
A
I passed the phone to the girl on my right, and stared at my pink-nail-polished toenails. Was it really my fault? A sob escaped my throat, "It's my fault. Caleb's dead and it's all because of me,"
Spencer wrapped her arms around me, pressing my mouth to her shoulder, and muffling the sounds of my desperate wails. "Shhhhh," she soothed as she rubbed my back. "Trust me, it's not your fault. If Caleb were here, he'd say the same thing," I knew that was supposed to make me feel better, but hearing that just made me sob louder. Because I knew, as well as anyone, that Caleb wouldn't blame me for this. And yet, I still blamed myself.
A/N: Hey! I know it's really short, but this is just the intro. The next few chaps will be longer. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review! It's really helpful!