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Chapter two

Are You [b]Really[/b] Ready?

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Spencer sat quietly in the backseat with her headphones in her ears. She felt the comfort that Muse gave to her every time she had listened to them. She couldn’t remember who had turned her on to them; Kyla or Ashley. She had been staying over at Ashley’s one night before the whole ordeal. Ashley, Kyla, and her was sprawled across Ashley’s bed listening to music and discussing it. That was when she was introduced to the British Alternative band. The music had created a comfortable and secure feeling throughout her body every time she has them playing. This is exactly what she needed to help her prepare for [b]this[/b] day.

She watched different house pass quickly by her as the car sped down the street. They were getting closer and closer to their destination. There was no turning back.

She was going back to the place that had caused her family so much heartache. They place that still had her hooked up to so many machines that she depended on to live. She played with the IV cord that was still connected to her body. The little cord that won’t be able to take out until her body was fully capable of working on its on. The thin, short tube called the central line started at the incove of her arm and only came down to her wrist. It was short and easy to hide, but she played with it when she was nervous.

She knew the main reason she didn’t want to be back here was because she didn’t want to have any flashback of that gruesome night. She would remember all the details of the argument, the gun shots, the feeling of extreme loss. That night, the night that was supposed to be the best night in her life, was the complete opposite. It was a night of disappointment, fear, and complete loss. She knew that it wasn’t only for her. She knew that night affected everyone there in some sort of way. That night had created a snowball effect in her life. It started out with Ashley hesitating, then the shooting, then Clay dying and her getting his heart…it just continued to get worse. She hoped that it would all turn around. That maybe, just maybe, a miracle would happen and everything would just go back to normal.