Chapter 11Dear Bump,
One morning, just minutes after the red sunlight had flooded my bedroom, I crept out of the room and tiptoed to the washroom. I closed the door behind me and sat on the cold ceramic floor, with my back against the door.
I couldn’t feel my body anymore. Not even my head.
I knew I was alive because my heart was pounding.
Nick.
How could I love someone so much and not be able to tell him?
I closed my eyes and tried to make my heart stop from beating. I prayed to God, “Make this heartbeat be the last.”
But it never was. There was always another one, then another, and another, until all I could hear and feel was my stupid heart thundering inside me. I clenched my fists, bit down on my lip, and prayed harder. It never stopped. I needed it to stop. Couldn’t feel this p
