Oh, honey.

10

***Lily***
When I came to, it was the afternoon. I was kinda scared to leave my room. I layed in my bed, staring at the ceiling for a while.

I had those star and moons stickers that glow in the dark. Always have, always will. They're beautiful.

I layed there until I fell back asleep.

***Marcus***
Pain.

All I felt was pain.

I should not have punched the wall.

I couldn't help it. I killed my own brother.

I killed my brother.

I'm a monster. My family isn't safe around me. I'll just end up hurting them too.

I can't stay here. I have to leave.

***Dorothy***
I sat on my bed, my head in my hands.

I sobbed harder.

My own son killed my husband, and his older brother killed him after.

My son got his best friend to get my daughter pregnant.

I failed as a mom.

***Lily***
I woke up again. It was the next day. I felt nauseous, and ran into the bathroom.

I had barely made it when I leaned over the toilet and threw up again.

Once I was sure nothing more was going to come up, I slid down the wall. I didn't know what to do.

What do you even do in a situation like this?

I grabbed my phone to call Lucas. I didn't want to talk to him, but I had to.

My phone rang three times before he picked up.

"Yes, Lily?"

I sighed.

"Lucas. I don't know what to do."

I don't know if he could hear the pain in my voice or not, but he sighed.

"Look Lily. We aren't having this conversation."

That made me mad and I was about to go off on him until he continued.

"We aren't having this conversation over the phone. I'm coming over."

Beep

I looked at my phone screen.

Well, fuck.