11

Harper

She wished she hadn’t gotten so angry at her friends. It seemed so petty now. She wished she could tell them she forgave them—and ask them to forgive her for being such a child about the whole thing. She wished she could thank them for all the times they had been there for her, for all the ways they’d made her life awesome.

Her dad would blame himself for this, probably. She wished she could tell him not to.

Are you serious? What is WRONG with you?

She wasn’t going to die here—not without at least making an effort to survive. She needed to snap out of it.

And find a way to let someone know she was here.