JUNE THIRD
I've experienced a fraction of the fear I felt today only once before when April Second left. I was fourteen back then. We were so close, and then she was suddenly taken away from me, like I was taken from the rest of the girls. Now, knowing she isn't living the life she wanted, I realize it was worth the despair I felt then, for she deserved to be missed and worried about. My recovery after losing her was the beginning of my journey to learn to live on my own.
Today's fear was four times scarier than losing April Second. Seeing Duncan leave on his own legs and return on a stretcher, unmoving and bleeding, I experienced the real feelings of a soul leaving a person's body.
"Are you okay? Did Colten hurt you?" Duncan inspected my face, holding it in his large palms, that almost
