Chapter 2

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After school, I walked straight home. Everyone else at school stayed back and hung out with friends or went to the mall. But not me. I came straight home.

I would normally have track or cheer practice. But I quit both of them. I just couldn't bring myself to run or cheer anymore after the accident. It just didn't feel as important.

And as track season came and went, I felt empty. Emptier than usual that is. That was my sport. I planned on running in the Olympics. Or cheering for the NFL. Something big. But now it just felt like that dream was too far and I could never reach it.

I opened the door to my house and was greeted both by my mom and dad.

"Kiiara, how are you?" My mother asked whilst I took off my shoes. My mom was the nice one. Anything I wished for she would make sure it happened.

"Fine," I said emotionlessly. Much like every other word that came out of my mouth.

On my way upstairs, I noticed my dad lying down in his room, staring up at the ceiling.

He never said anything to me. He blamed me for what happened with Jess. And I couldn't even be mad at him. Hell I blamed myself. My mother threatened to leave him if he didn't start acting like a father toward me. But that never happened. I don't think loosing a child and a husband is going to solve her problems.

And that did hurt. My dad was the one who got me in to track. Me, him and Jess used to always go for runs on Sunday mornings. We would always go out for ice cream after because Jess would complain of being to tired to drink water. I smiled to myself.

I changed into more comfortable clothing and scrolled through Instagram on my phone for about an hour before falling asleep.

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I woke up with a jolt and sweat dripping down my body. That tended to happen when I woke up. I normally had nightmares about Jess. That night was terrifying. It was also the night I lost everything.

I hopped in the smoking hot shower and got ready for school.

I fixed my hair and put on a new trendy outfit. I wore alot of flamboyant clothing to distract from my depression so people would just see me take a smile and not ask any questions.

 I wore alot of flamboyant clothing to distract from my depression so people would just see me take a smile and not ask any questions

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I headed downstairs and sat down and went through my phone before I left.

"Good Morning, Kiiara," I heard a voice say behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Hey," I answered. She didn't blame me for it. She actually blamed herself for leaving Jess and I alone. I was only 14 at the time so I guess she thought I was young and irresponsible. She grieved in silence.

I left the house in a hurry to get to school early. I liked getting there early because I was always the first one to get to my first period class and I got time to myself.

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