The minute I get home, I immediately flop into my bed. I wrap myself in the warm, soft, not hospital-smelling blankets. I bury my face in them. They smell extraordinary. Like detergent and good memories.
I feel myself drifting away before I'm hit by another pang of guilt.
This is another thing Cara will never get.
I miss her so much, it seems to be causing me physical pain. The ache in my chest must be reminding me of Cara.
It just hurts so much.
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Teen FictionAudrey Summers is going to kill herself today. She's already thought everything through-even taken the precaution of flipping family photos around so absolutely nothing can discourage her. But before she gets the chance to follow through with her s...
