I try not to think about what happened, but the box is still in the room and it reminds me. I close the lid and shove it to Amber’s side of the room before laying on my bed. We’re waiting for death to come knocking. I wonder how mental I am that I don’t care. My life is so out of control, so completely messed up, that I welcome the knock. I won’t jump off a ledge or anything, but I hurt so much… I just want it to stop. Sean doesn’t say much. He’s upset with himself, of that I’m certain. He’s on my computer, doing God knows what, when he finally asks me, “Were there more videos from the sexting client that weren’t deleted?” My eyes cut across the room to the little desk, and I sit upright on my bed. “Yes. Why?” Sean’s lips are pressed together. “Come see.” “I don’t care.” I stay on my bed and lay back down. So what if another video of me is out there? That’s the least of my problems at the moment. “I need to know if it’s a copy or if this was from a different time.”
