Sarah is thrown back into an ugly past when her old best-friend-turned-enemy kills herself. With the help of new smiles and old glares, she learns that some things just won't stay dead until you make peace with them.
"The rumours," I sat on my bed, one leg tucked under my bum, and chewed on a nail.
"Oh," Shiloh said, "I don't think it's as bad as you think it is... Or maybe I'm just oblivious."
"Hm." I bounced my knee.
"Look," she sighed, "I don't think staying at home is a good solution to this. It only makes people talk more."
I snorted, "Great. Who are you, my dad?"
Shiloh breathed out in a static rumble, "Wow. Okay."
I bit my lip. Wrong thing to say, but I wasn't going to back down now. I knew she was right, like everyone else, but I was still infuriatingly defending myself.
"I don't need people telling me what I'm doing is wrong," I said hotly, "It's honestly just annoying."
"I'm just trying to help you, Sarah."
"Well," I trailed off, "don't."
Shiloh paused. "Fine."
The line went dead, and I dropped my phone to my bed. I crawled back under the covers and curled in on myself once more.
What was I doing to myself?
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