#Chapter46

BELLA—

Plain white walls. Plain white floors. Plain bright lights. The empty feeling of this soulless place was nothing but old to me. I'd been here before, many, many times. Stood right in my exact same spot, staring at the same plain white door. It'd been exactly five months since I last saw Chase, five months and I'm here again, stood in the same plain white Whitley Psych Hospital.

I'd put too much thought into this, to do what I'm about to do. Chase turned himself in as he had said and we parted ways from there. But the only thing that kept me going in the past five...