BOUND 2 (GxG)

Who Was Sloan Taylor Before Karter Greyson?

"Lo, seriously, you need to get out of bed," Cher's voice called from the outside the burrow of covers I was currently curled up under.

"I will," I forced out, but we all knew that was far from true.

I heard Cher sigh, "Sloan, it's been over two months, and you've barely moved."

I cringed at even hearing how long I had been in this depressive state. Weeks felt like hours, and months felt like days—time was passing by me at the quickest rate possible. Quicker than I was used to.

Karter had officially sent me off the deep in, and it honestly felt like I would have no recovery. I just keep replaying everything from the very beginning, wondering what was all real, and hating the fact that even part of the beginning felt real for me too.

Then there are times of regret, regretting that I had let her in—that I had let her break me so easily like every other girl.

It was like the five stages of grief, went on a loop every single day as I passed through the motions.

"I logged on to Zoom for school at my desk just a day ago," I pointed out defensively.

Cher hummed sarcastically, "Your mom told me otherwise."

I lazily raised my brows, I forgot she came back.

Who knew a spiraling depression was all it took to force her into a job at the nearby hospital?

Honestly, out of all the things, I did not expect it to be this—then again, it was also the recent seizure I had that worried her enough to come back, given that she was scared that it would happen again.

"She wasn't up here when I logged on," I lied, hating how obvious the lie sounded.

I get how worried everyone was, but I just wanted to be left alone—dealing with the aftermath of the Karter tornado that whipped through me was already enough.

It felt like everything spiraled so quickly.

I went from hating her, to liking her, to dating her, to being in lo...

That doesn't even matter, now I'm left with the remnants of who I used to be.

Honestly, who did I use to be?

Who was Sloan Taylor before Karter Greyson?

How could she do this to me? How could I let her do this to me?

I felt the bed dip beside me, and it felt like the most human contact I had in weeks.

"I wish you would just tell me what happened... Karter refuses to even talk, much less say anything about what happened, and Davis well he seems to be catching the brute end of Karter's wrath, so even he seems to be distant. Nothing is the same without you," Cher ranted, and even I could hear how torn up she sounded about it. I wanted to tell her, but I just felt...

I felt like the moment I did, it would all be true I guess?

I don't know.

"And then on top of that, you switched to online school during our senior year, and now it's about to be pro—wait you are going to prom right?" Cher cut herself short, and even I could hear the craziness that was about to break out if I said no.

Sadly, that was the only realistic answer.

I hadn't even planned to attend prom, and even if I did, I wouldn't want to go.

Not without...

I shook my head, letting out a shaky sigh.

Why does this all hurt so bad?