Your Nightmare.

Guilty Conscience.

CORELEANES POV:

(Fourty eight hours later)

I lay across my wide spread double bed, threw the pillows over my head- covering my face. And let it all out. I was expecting loads of it, it was expected and I was ready for it. Tears drenched my pillows and eyes. Flooding me.

Life was so horrible. I had officially given up. Nothing seemed right, and nothing seemed to ever be able to become right again.

Gahhhh! Why is it everything I ever attempt-a fail. I hate life!

My best friend (Seth) was not my best friend anymore. My close friend- James- just got stabbed, near death. My class mate- Louis- also got stabbed, died. And not to mention, my grandma. My grandma. In hospital. Also I missed my mother so much!

Seth and I had a massive argument fourty eight hours ago. We had just about found our way back to Coreleanes and we all started staring at nothing in pure silence. Everyone except him! Everyone except Seth.  He deserved what he got- a slap. I hate him. I do not care if he was my best friend or anything he was to me before- right now I hate him. He deserved what he got. He was asking for it. What guts allowed him to be so disrespectful when all everyone wanted to do was cry in silence?

James and Louis- stabbed. No one knows how and why however, the police are now ‘investigating’. The paramedics wont even allow us to see the bodies. Life sucks! Im so confused! One of my close friends, always there for me, always sheers me up... nearly sent to his death. Because he thought he was brave enough. And so he tried to prove him self! Gah, life sucks! Also, what is I never get to see him again!?

And the Louis. I do not really talk to him often...but still...I can never talk to him now! Hes...hes...hes...gone. Gah!

My grandma! I hate myself so much! I blame myself for what shes having to go through right now. I hate life! I should have listened to Dirk when he explained to me to get home! I could have saved a near dead soul! Gah!

She had forgotten the keys for home and so had to stay with a friend- Nelly- who conveniently lives only a few doors away. However that is the okay part...she passed out that day. Heart attack. Doctors say it was a miracle she still lives.

I hate life.

“Monica!” my train of thoughts were interrupted by Dirk- my brother.

I smudged my face clean with the opposite side of my pillow and threw it across the room. I hopped off my bed and headed downstairs to Dirk. We were going to the hospital to see Gran.

I felt guiltily conscience and bad. I wanted to scream- not words, just... scream.

Life sucked bad.