Chapter 45 Hurt You

• Tatiana
• Standing by my window, I see mom’s car peel off the asphalt of the driveway. After that, I barely remember getting dressed. It’s like my hands moved on their own—grabbing a hoodie, yanking on jeans, slipping on sneakers like muscle memory was the only thing keeping me upright.
• All I knew was that I had to move. I needed to get out of the house, away from the walls were slowly closing in on me and the silence that pressed on my skin like a suffocating layer. So I did the only thing that came to mind. I cranked up Beyonce’s Broken-hearted girl and just... ran.