#Chapter18

I watched as her face contorted into horror and pain. Her hands shot up to her stomach, her complexion paled and turned to a sick color.

"No..." She whispered, and then my best friend completely broke down. I ran over to her grabbing her thin shoulders. She was loosing weight, when was the last time she ate? Her body shook as she cried. I could feel her tears soaking my shirt, but I didn't mind. My hand ran along her back. She has gone through so much within the past week. April was no doubt strong, but how strong can one be before they feel dead? Before nothing touches...