CHAPTER SEVEN
MASON
EIGHT MONTHS BEFORE THE FIGHT
No one will ever truly know what causes someone to take their own life, and as I stare at the scene of the accident and take notes, I feel sick to my f*****g stomach. I look around the room in the apartment, and everything is perfectly in place. A notebook lies on the bed along with her cell phone, a stack of schoolbooks, and an empty pill bottle. It was her third attempt, but this time, she succeeded. On her dresser are pictures of her with friends and family, and I wonder if she contacted any of them and told them what she was going to do.
My emotions begin to bubble to the surface, heat rushes to my face, and I have to excuse myself from the room. It’s okay not to be okay, and right now, I’m definitely not. Too many memories flash be
