CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX ~Alina

I want to die. I'd rather be dead than alive right now. At least that is how I have been feeling for the past days. What is the point of being alive anymore if everything bad was going to happen? Do I consider myself a good person? No! But do I think I am that bad a person that I deserve what happened to me? Still no! I may not be an angel or a saint, but I have a good heart and I love my friends with all my heart so why does bad things happen to me? I haven't come out of my room since the day I left Chanel's house, that is about five days ago, I think. Almost a week now I have been cooped up in my room, alone and terrified. Definitely scarred too. I don't know what to do, I don't know who to talk to. I cannot tell Chanel because fuck, it's her dad and it will ruin her as much as it has ruined me. I cannot tell any of the girls because they will look at me as dirty. I don't know what to do.