“What did we do?”

It has been weeks since the police found Bunny had been dead in the ravine, it was the one biggest manhunts in Vermont, you know? It was a tragedy, really, I felt that I was losing my mind, I felt I’m in a panic state. Ever since after that they, no we killed Bunny, everyone has been on edge, even Henry despite not showing any overt signs of nervousness, seems affected. Especially like Charles on the other hand — he was a wreck, and seems to feel the worst in the entire clique.

In that moment at midnight, I woke in my bed from the nightmare again, fear gripping my whole body as I quickly got up and threw on my coat, before heading to Harry’s apartment, wanting nothing but them to help me right now.

Bunny’s death was repeating over and over in my mind, haunted my thoughts, a constant reminder of what we’d done and I guessed if not finding someone to help, it’s going to eat all parts inside me.