She was only trying to get through her last year of school with her two best friends.
But, he came back...
Now everything is turning upside down and she's trying her hardest to stay strong, but she's drowning.
Will someone save Raine?
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It's been three days since the incident.
I was in another town over, a backpack with not many items and a heart too heavy to understand anything.
I had chosen this town because it was in a safe zone. It wasn't owned by the Oscuros neither the Guillianos.
It was quiet and tucked in the corner away from the drama.
When I first arrived here, I slept for two days straight in my hotel room. It wasn't a fancy one. Just a boutique hotel, very quaint.
Today--the third day, was my first day rolling over and coming to grips with reality.
I cried.
I freaking cried like a baby.
I have never cried before like that, but it felt so damn good letting out all the frustration and things that had been on my mind.
I cried until my head started to pound.
Thoughts of my father flooding my thoughts. Then, my mother. Then, of him dying and her appearing. Thoughts of Raine and how I was too confuse and troubled to even be with her right now.
After I cried, I showered.
That was when the anger came in. I knew that the charge for the holes in their shower would be a hefty bill for me to pay, but I couldn't help it.
I was angry because my father was a douchebag and he died cowardly. He should have been fought or something. He should have been given the consequences of his action.
I was angry because Sally had disappeared under the radar. I got news that after she was patched up in the hospital she ran away. I was angry that law enforcements were stupid to even let her be unguarded.
I was angry because my mother- my freaking mother, just came off her long-ass vacation to come save the day. I was thinking that if she was here in the first place then this wouldn't have happened!
I was angry because I may have a target on my back and didn't care so much to even use caution.
I turned off the water, sinking down into the tub. I fell asleep that day. Again.
Two days after that, I was stuck in the emotions of anger and sadness. I drifted into acceptance from time to time, but I would sink back into anger before I knew it.
I haven't ate anything sensible for four days. I have survived off tears, anger, and a few snacks from the vending machine in the hallway.
On the 5th day, I decided to at least get outside.
It wasn't sunny.
We were in the ending part of December and winter was taking a comfortable seat. The sun was out, but the rays were coated with chilly winds.
