L I A M
I stared at the ceiling for two hours straight, but sleep wouldn't come. Everytime I closed my eyes, I would see Emily's face. Her eyes. Her bloodied hands and knife. And then I'd see my dad lying on the floor, and the pool of blood that was growing bigger and bigger.
I had to get out of this room. I had to get some fresh air. I needed to think.
I quietly slipped out of bed and made my way to the balcony. The cool night air felt good against my skin, and I just stood there for a long moment, staring out at the moon.
My world had changed so fast that I couldn’t go to school anymore, couldn’t hang out with my friends, and couldn't just be a teenager. My life had been put on hold. All because of her.
I thought about the night she almost killed my father. The night I had found out
