I walked slowly, a few random tears leaked out of my eyes. I thought about Olivia and what would happen. If she did survive she would go to a freak house like I did. I prayed for her. I have never been to church, but I really prayed.
I got home and my face was red and puffy. I went to my room and went to bed.
I woke up the next morning and decided to skip school and go see Olivia. I took the bus to the store and bought her some flowers. When I finally got there, I tried to stay calm as I entered her room. I saw her lying in her bed, still unresponsive. I set the flowers on her table and sat next to her. "Hi Livvie." I said, for the first time in years calling her by her childhood name. Her mom walked in and gave me a hug. She then told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. She was getting worse.