Bella

With the rain still pouring down, I trudged the last block to the dorm, soaked to the bone, my sneakers squelching with every step. My mind was a mess, replaying every worst-case scenario about Mom, about school, about everything falling apart. Tears mixed with the rain on my face; I didn’t even try to hide them anymore. By the time I reached the building, I just stood under the overhang outside the entrance, staring at the street. The thought hit me hard and clear: maybe I should just run out there, right into the path of the next car. One quick end to all this weight. My heart pounded...