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*•*Lainey's P.O.V*•*
June 17th, 2:34pm. I was in bed. Graduation was 10 days ago. There are still festivities, but none I would attend to. There are waves to be surfed, but none I would ride. There are parties to be thrown and attended to, but none I would actually work up the courage and go to.
Because after what happened June 11thnothing would ever be the same for us Collins. The relationships I now have with my faimly are weird, my dad has buried himself in any work he can get his hands on, Lance cant even step a foot in the house so he's staying with his girlfriend and Liam hasnt spoken a word since the accident.
The house is errily quiet, as if it is holding its breath, waiting for someone to break the silence that hadnt been broke in days. The air felt thicker, heavy with the weight of words unspoken. The floorboards creaked softly under the weight of the shadows that used to dance among the walls.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the familiar patterns in the plaster now seeming to be like a map of a world that I had no longer recognized. The ceiling fan spun lazily above me, the rhythmic hum being the only sound in the house. Even the birds outside seemed to noticed the thick, suffocating fog that settled over the Collins household, and they knew better then to disrupt it.
I slowly pulled the covers off, and swung my legs to the side of my bed, the cool air hitting my skin, making me shiver. My muscles ached from disuse so for support I grabed onto my nightstand as I tried to stand, my legs trembled beneath me. It felt like I hadnt moved in days, but in truth, I hadnt done much more than shift from my bed to the bathroom and back. My body felt weak, like it was weighed down by an invisible force, the kind that comes from too many sleepless nights and too many heavy thoughts.
Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that car on June 11th. That day replays in my mind like a broken record, over and over, pulling me into a darkness I couldn't escape. I move quietly, each step deliberate, as I made my way across my room to the mirror.
I really looked awful, the reflection that stared back at me was almost unrecognizable. My once vibrant, sun- kissed skin scattered with freckles was now pale and sallow, the result of too many hours spent indoors in bed. Dark circles hang beneath my eyes, deep shadows that told the story of countless nights spent wide awake, haunted by the memories I couldn't shake.
