That Stupid Word Called Love

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Drew's POV
I woke up shivering, although I was surrounded in a pool of my own sweat.
I had the dream again. Well, it wasn't a dream, more like a flashback to the night of the.... The night I..... The night Evie....
My whole body shook and I was short of breath. Slowly, I clambered out of my bed and walked into the kitchen, where I saw the time was 5:45am. As I took each step, my whole body ached, not just because I was stiff, but also because of the guilt burning inside of me.
I needed help.
I needed water
I needed Amelia.
But only one of those things were reasonable at the moment, so I got a cup and poured some cold water into it.
I quickly drank, feeling a lot better afterwards. I put the cup down and walked over to the couch. I wasn't shaking as much as before, so as I sat, I decided to clear my mind and just think about one thing.
Amelia.
I thought to myself: Would she be asleep right now? Probably, because unlike me, she didn't just kill somebody. Is she worried about me? Doubt it, she probably hates me. Is she regretting what is going to happen today? Of course she is, why on earth would she want to talk to me, after what I've done!!! She'll never forgive me, she'll never love me again. I'm so stupid. I love her, so, so much. But she doesn't love me. And even if she does, deep down in her heart, when I tell her I cheated on her just before I killed her best friend, that love will be gone, forever. And it's all my fault.
I hate me.... I hate Cleo...... I hate everyone and everything.... Except Amelia.
Love is so stupid.

AUTHORS NOTE
Hi fantastic readers!! Soz it took me so long to update and soz that it's a short and boring chapter, but I guess I didn't know wat to write. I'm really glad u guys like the new name and keep giving me great feedback!! Hope u had a great Christmas and an awesome new year!! Happy 2015!!