I pull out of Angela's driveway, heartbroken. She and I were better friends than I was with any other person I know-other than Astrid, of course. I know how Angela feels right now, and I understand it. . . It's just hard for me to handle. I know that she probably feels betrayed: by me. Ugh. My heart aches for Astrid, but I can't go to her. She wouldn't understand. And besides, I don't need two girls, my best friends, to be mad at me. But. . .
There's only one thing I can do now. I need to go see Astrid.
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Demons
HorrorEveryone has to deal with their own demons from time to time. Sometimes, they are so-called "friends". For others, they are their family. They are always able to defeat them at some point. But what happens if the demons just won't leave you alone? W...
