All My Fault (Completed)

I watch in shock as Terry and her crew beat up the already broken girl. Terry laughs as she smashes Kate's glasses under her foot. Frantic tears rush down her pale cheeks. Her blue-gray eyes meet my green ones.

I can see the pain and betrayal. I can see her pleads for help. I can see her shattered pieces begging to be put back together... by me. It takes everything in me to look away. I look away because I don't want to cry. Too Late.

Terry's laughter plays like a broken record in my mind. I hear the door slam and when I look back to the spot where Kate was, she's gone. Broken glasses and her Better Together Organizer still on the floor. My chest tightens, and I feel like full on bawling right there, but I don't. I rub my arms for comfort, like how I used to do with Kate and follow Terry down the hall.