She’s not happy. She’s not feeling good. Everything is wrong, including me … including her. It’s just like before, only worse. Shreds of memories fly past. Her, screaming at me. Her, crying in a corner. Her, not getting out of bed until late at night. Her tear-stained face and that endless smile that permanently marked her face when I saw her below my window. So beautiful. So much ruin. My lungs break with noise that I can only describe as screeching. A desperate attempt to breathe while suffocating on misery. That’s when I wake up. Sweat rolls down my back and forehead, and I jump out of bed like a ghost is haunting me. I turn on the light and look around. It’s then that I notice the girl in my bed. Hailey. She looks at me, blanket pulled up to her shoulders, her eyes scared.
