I woke up in the room I've never been in. My head was cracking up. I looked around and found a note with clothes.
Note:
                              Emory, 
Please change into this clothes. Yours are dirty. Then do downstairs. Breakfast is waiting for you. I couldn't wake you up because you look so sweet sleeping.
Your friend, Holden 
                              Holden? So, I am at his house. I changed. The T-shirt was a little bigger than my size, but I liked it.
                              I went downstairs.
                              "Hi, Emory. How do you feel?"
                              "Fine, except my head hurts."
                              He gave me painkillers. Then Holden  gave me coffee and pancakes.
                              "What happened yesterday?" Holden asked 
                              "I've seen Easton cheating on me."
                              "I am so sorry."
                              "I am fine now."
                              Holden hugged me very carefully and sweetly.
                              "I think I better go home." I said 
                              "I will give you a ride."
                              "No, I am fine walking. Thank you."
                              "That wasn't a question. I am giving you a ride home."
                              We drove in silence until I started talking.
                              "Thank you for everything."
                              "It's nothing. I was going to my friends, but I saw you crawled, crying on the bench. Anybody would do the same on my place."
                              He hugged me saying goodbye.
                              "What was that for?"I asked 
                              "I thought you needed it."
                              Read from this moment listening to:
"Down " by Jason Walker 
( I know it is much longer than this text, but I think it is good fit)
                              I walked into my house going directly in my room. Memories of yesterday came back to me. I looked in the mirror at myself.
                              At me looked a girl with green eyes, red from crying, with long brown hair. I took my hair in my hands and pulled it. It started hurting. It felt good. I started screaming. I couldn't stop. Finally I dropped on my bed and started crying. I fell asleep.
                              I woke up at 3:26 pm. Looked at myself in the mirror. Enough. I am not going to hurt myself because Easton wasn't afraid of doing that. Now my turn. Everything is over between us. 
                              How could I have been so stupid?
                              At least Holden was near when it happened. I don't know what would have been if Easton would have found me. 
                              I am not thinking about him anymore. I am not, I am not. - I was saying to myself.
                              I texted Holden.
                              Hey, can you give me a ride to school tomorrow. Please.
                              Sure. I will be at your house at 7:50. Is that okay with you?
                              Yes, sure. Thank you.
                              Always:)
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                              Finally I got to this chapter. So, Holden is being a good friend. Or not just a friend? What will be next? 😨😏👏👑⭐ 
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                              Chapter's quote:
" Find what you love and let it kill you."
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