Brittney Washington

Broken: The Secrets That Kill (Part 1)

I lay awake at night. Thinking, always thinking. I messed up bad, but I'm not sure if it is worse for me or them. It could be both, but it's eating me up inside. It consumes me day and night. I can't concentrate on anything but that stupid stupid mistake I made. I wanted things to get better for everyone. I wanted to protect them and myself—myself more. Hell, they weren't going through it I was. I just knew it would be only a matter of time before it started to be them, too. It's been two weeks, and so far no one has found him dead... or alive, which is what everyone's hoping. Except me. I know the truth. I hope he stays where he is forever and rots. He deserves it. Shit, so do I. It's all his fault. He never should have come into my room...