Ch:20 Sort this out-

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-------- Tara's POV --------

I wrote him a letter, I did. I don't know if he got it. I think I overreacted. I think I messed it all up. I need to take care of him. Leaving him all alone in my empty dorms seems like a bad idea. He trusted me and I shooed him away.

Yes, it was an important piece of evidence. If he hadn't touched it, the forensics would have been accurate. Yeah, he made a mistake. But why did I have to ignore him? He was all alone, I was the only person there for him and I screwed it up. Screwed yet another perfectly fine relationship with someone I wanted in my life. 

I put a bandage on my swollen wrist. I had hit my hand against the wall in anger. It's a slight injury but I don't need anyone asking me what happened and why. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Anyone who gets too close to me gets hurt anyway. 

Maybe I am better off alone.

I sink onto the floor with my back against the wall. I can't do this. Pretend everything everything is okay. It isn't. But no one's going to know. I feel the hot tears stream down my face, letting go of myself for once.

 I want it all to stop. 

To rewind. 

Back when Tyler was here, back when Roger was here. Back when I was my old self. Back when I didn't know how to hold a gun. Back when there wasn't blood on every one of my shirts.

I'm collapsing and I'm kind of glad he isn't here. I don't want anyone to see me like this.

 My mascara's dripping down my cheeks and there are black traces on my face, and my chest is heaving. I get up and wash my face with cold water. I shiver when the cold hits my face and the sobs stop. Works every single time.

I tie my hair back into a ponytail.

I fix my eyeliner and add that layer of kohl I always do.

 I put on my dark lipstick.

  A little bit of perfume.  

I plaster a smile onto my face. 

I look in the mirror. 

 Perfect.

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