I couldn't deny the fact that my guilt was starting to eat at me. I knew that I didn't really need to be feeling the way that I was, because how could I have possibly known that something had happened to Anastasia, but I felt like my first concern shouldn't have been myself. It was like there was some self-centred, selfish part of me that had suddenly made itself a prominent factor in my personality, and I hated it. With every ounce of my being, I hated it.
Anastasia had begun pacing from one corner of my room to the other, and I got the impression that she was slowly busy losing her mind. Unfortunately, I couldn't hold it against her. Her explanation for what had happened, hadn't been very detailed, but I got the impression that a lot more had happened than what she had told me. I didn'
