Taylor
I clutch my pillow to my face and scream. I don't hold back. I let a scream start in my lower abdomen and creep up my chest. I can't control it. This scream hid inside the pit of my stomach for years. As it tapers off, I worry I will be hoarse. My throat is dry.
Lying on the bed, the room spins. My day replays as I close my eyes. A hug from Kennedy, a group hug with Jackson, his arm around my shoulders and her holding my hands. Jackson's hand on my lower back. Everything felt natural. I forgot how easy they are to be around. I survived high school with their help. I couldn't imagine college without them. Why did I let them slip away? How did I become so careless? Everything good in my life involves the two of them.
Taylor
I feel the bed depress beside me. I cover my eyes with m
