Four days. Motherfucking four days. Four of the longest days of my goddamn life. The hands on the clocks barely move, and it’s only going to get worse. Leaving the house has become a guilty chore. Every time I go to leave, shame sends me straight back to the seclusion of my room. Kennedy is lying in a hospital bed… broken. I shouldn’t be able to walk out my front door as if nothing ever happened. As if life was just as I had left it. When I get to school on Monday, the hallways are buzzing about
