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McKenna’s p.o.v. Gladly I wasn’t restricted from seeing Derrick as he has been injured twice because of me, I felt guilty but at the same time blamed him for fighting these irrelevant people because what they said never mattered to me. Although I got angry and furious, I’m relieved that the people around me believe in me which practically is enough for me as they’re the important people in my life. The next morning after Derrick had sustained the injuries, I was standing in front of the mirror and was trying to dress up and visit Derrick. However, my conscience weighed me down as the guilt I felt suddenly enveloped me, it had already been two days since and I couldn’t bring myself to visit him. However, today I didn’t have a choice, mum had given me a task which I’d only complete