Melissa's POV
I can't believe it.
The voice mail on the house phone.
Phoenix.
He cut too deep.
He bled out.
I could have stopped him.
I should have stopped him.
I didn't stop him.
I just as well could have been his killer.
The words ring in my head.
"Depression."
"Self-harm."
"Suicide."
I think of Phoenix.
I think of his family.
I think of his friends.
Parker. Bryce. Amber. Juliette. Courtney. Brittany.
Me.
I check his Tumblr blogs, his Instagram, his Twitter.
I miss you, my thoughts scream. I need you.
*Note: All apps mentioned in this chapter do not belong to me.
