It's been a week since the accident. The funeral was yesterday. All of his friends were there. Even Eric who was the one driving.
Seven days since my life stopped being the life it use to be.
168 hours of looks of pity.
10,080 minutes since the fighting started.
604,800 seconds of no Trevor ever again.
I still haven't comprehended what happened. Never knew the end result would be so big.
It's now been a month since that day. People have forgotten and moved on to who slept with who's boyfriend and now their pregnant. My parents have started going to a marriage therapy group.
I've yet to sleep a night were I don't cry. I can't focus in school. Not that I care though, everything means nothing to me.
"Willow?" My mom whispered as she entered my room. It was a Friday night. "We're leaving soon."
My parents were going out on a date like they had done before Trevor and I. This was one last jump to safe their torn apart marriage.
"Okay." Was all I said and put my headphones back on. Music had been the only friend that hasn't pulled away.
"We love you." And with that she shut the door again and the room was dark once more.
I heard them open and shut the front door, the car starting and pulling out. And away they went.
I returned starring at the ceiling. Letting the drum beat lull me to sleep.
I woke to the buzzing of my phone. I fumbled for it on my nightstand.
From: Carrie
To:Willow
GURL where are u y aren't u at brads? It's cray. Come now.
I sighed. Carrie was still trying to get me on the side of the living. Brad was her boyfriend and was always having party's that always ended up with the cops coming. I've went to a few before but never found them fun.
From: Willow
To: Carrie
Can't.
I sighed again and put my phone back and rolled over planning on falling asleep again. But my phone kept buzzing so I gave up and replied without looking at the messages she sent me.
From: Willow
To: Carrie
Be there in 10.
