What I really wanted to say was, Where were you four days ago? Where were you when my car was spinning off the edge of a road in the middle of the night? Why weren’t you thinking of me? Why weren’t you there? I hate both of my parents right now: for sitting quietly in our house, while out in the darkness my heart was beating away all of the seconds of my life, ticking them off one by one until my time was up; for letting the thread between us stretch so far and so thin that the moment it was severed for good they didn’t even feel it.
Maybe this is a normal reaction, and maybe I agree. Did her parents not know about her cheating, skipping class, drinking and other misdeeds? But, honestly, why is she blaming her parents instead of her reckless friend?
