The door slammed, and Anna fell to the floor. Hot tears streaked down her cheeks as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Heather had gone; she was never coming back, and it was all Anna’s fault. Bringing her knees to her chest, Anna sobbed into the fabric of her jeans. Laying on the floor in front of her was the engagement ring that Heather had thrown at her before storming out of the apartment.
Two months. They were supposed to get married in two months. Now the wedding was off. Rocking back and forth on the floor, Anna’s mind ran through the past few weeks, replaying all of her mistakes like bad movies. The drinking, the lies, her, Heather yelling, bags packing, more yelling, the door slamming. It was all Anna’s fault.
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Where am I? Flashes, bits of memories, glowing like dying embers in the back of my mind. I could see faces, but not make out any features. Who were these people? I couldn’t make any sense of the images that were jumbled around in my mind. There was a picture of different people all huddled around what looked like a fireplace. The next image showed three different sized men walking through a snow covered forest with large sticks in their hands. One by one, they began to disappear. Whispers of screams, ringing in my ear, and as quickly as the images came, they disappeared.
My head rested against the cool metal of the locker. With a loud sigh, I grumbled under my breath about not wanting to take my damn chemistry exam today. I had been up all night studying, but somehow, I felt less prepared than I had yesterday. Slowly, I took a step back from the locker and opened it, just as my best friend practically skipped over to my side. “Morning, Quinn!” Ava Mathews was obnoxiously perky for 7:30 in the morning. Especially on a day like today. Read the rest of this entry