Dawn POV
Two nights later I’m talking to my mom
“He’s still the same dear”
“Okay, but let me know if you need anything okay mom?”
“I will honey, talk later” she cuts the call and I lay back down. 9:30pm. I should’ve been asleep already but I can’t, I’m too worried. I do the one thing I know I shouldn’t, I check out social media. It’s flooded with stories of me, how other people always knew I was unhinged. What the actual f**k? How I have been struggling, according to close sources, with alcohol and drug addiction. Close my ass. But then I find an interview done last week and my heart breaks, my so called friends had an interview with one of the most famous gossip columns, they say I’ve been unstable and they’ve tried for years to help me but I refused. Their sad faces flood the screen
