an't wake. I try to push past the crowd and leave the cafeteria, but it's l

. I guess bitch runs in the family,' Whit

to cry, but I don't know why

an? My mom didn't tell me about this. She just went ahead with her decision

espite the swirling thoughts of confusion and betrayal running throug

Jonathan multiple times and failed, then her mother

their wretched family of gold diggers,'

tion and I try to make good use of it by running away. I d

l to go home. Away from

y teary eyes and then I hear honking right in front of me and before I can understand what is going on, I fall to the ground with a loud thud, but

s and I groan when I feel this sharp thud in my head. I open my e

ng it makes me snap back up, but then I hiss because the pain in my head is harsh. I made to raise my right hand to touch my hea

ike that?' He barks, walking closer towards my b

n adult,' he grumbles and

ened?' I ma

me and crosses his han

happened to you? What do you

try to move my right hand aga

I scoff internally at her feigned concern because it's irritating. A mature-looking man who

n't want anyone to feel bad for me or pi

though, because this

air and moves towards the door,

she comes and makes

p,' I

ns towar

whispers into my ear, her unsettling smile and I can unde

your hell inhabitable for you. The same hell you're trying to escape unscathed from. The same hell that

had done to me and how she does not feel an ounce of regret for what she d

o my head and once again, I start to hear that ringing sound. I wince and try to to

ng. You were hit by a car that didn't stop to help you. If it were not for Jonathan,' she sniffs in tears I wasn't aware she

in a sickly sweet voice and I cough. I look over at Jonathan a

ut of the ward, slamming

omes in immed

nd it would make you not to be able to use your right