I could feel the bile raise to my throat. I didn’t want to hear this. I started to leave. I couldn’t look into the face of the innocent girl that fell… in love with me. I wanted to slap her. Make her take it back. But I didn’t. I just kept stepping backwards slowly and clumsily, like I’d just seem a monster. She held her head in her hands and her whole body shook with quite, deafening, sobs.

“N-no… you, you don’t.” The violent crying shook her body harder. And I ran. I left Spencer, crying on my couch.

I walked to my locker for the first time in almost a week. I pasted Chelsea. She gave me this look… not one I’d get from her, it was almost… hateful… I could almost hear her asking “why”. I turned away quickly. That’s it; I couldn’t be here. I don’t need my notebook… Yes I did. I’ll get it and leave. I don’t want to stay here any longer. No matter how many times my therapist and parole officer (don’t ask) call, I’m not going back here, so I might as well get what I came for. I’ll be gone soon enough…

“Why did you do that?” I turned around to be face to face with Chelsea Lewis. Shoving the notebook into my leather messenger back, I glared. “This doesn’t concern you,” I mumbled. I tried to turn around, but a firm hand spun me around.

“Yes, it does.” I’d never seen her this mad before. Suddenly, her face softened. “She cared so much about you.” And now she was pissed. PMSing much. “You destroyed her! You’re such a selfish bitch, Ashley. You just played with her then broke her. You don’t even care.” I shoved Chelsea into my locker so hard, I surprised myself.

“You know nothing about what I feel for her.” I growled before turning around sharply and storming off.

“I tell her you said ‘hi’ when I see her in the hospital.” What? I paused for a second then kept walking. It’s not my problem. Spencer Carlin is not my problem.

I woke up from the same dream I had last night. Apart for the flash backs, I’d never had dreams so realistic that they make me almost shit myself. I laid back on the mattress, but when I closed my eyes, all I could see was my Spencer in the hospital a machine that found no pulse.