The increasing pain of grief

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I saw my mothers black Valentino dress soaked in what looked like blood

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I saw my mothers black Valentino dress soaked in what looked like blood. It was like someone punched me in the stomach. I was in shock. I opened the evidence bag as I clenched my jaw. The only thing I thought about was jumping on that motorcycle and restarting in another state. Running away from the world. JD was crying like crazy and I could only think about what it felt to be in pain. I couldn't feel anything, like I didn't care, but at the same time I just hate the world. Like I didn't want to die, I just didn't want to exist. 

"JD, relax. Let me put this evidence in the bag and get you guys home." Daniel's screamed. 

"Nothing probably happened, this might not even be hers." He said. 

JD couldn't breath, he was crying his heart out.

"This is YOUR FAULT, Veronica. It's on YOU, if you would've actually cared, this might not have happened. You act so smart, but let's be honest. You're a know it all, but you're nothing, but a self absorbed jacka$$," JD screamed.

It was like a switch turned on. I couldn't even fight. I couldn't scream. It was all just a waste of time. 

"You're right, it is my fault. I'm not that smart and I am self absorbed. I'm sorry," I said. 

I couldn't believe it. I actually let him win. I looked numb as Daniel's pushed my mothers clothes into the bags.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hur-," JD tried to say before I stopped him. 

"No, you shouldn't be." I said with the same neutral tone. 

He didn't understand how I didn't care. 

I waited slowly as Daniel's looked through the other cans. 

"Let's go," Daniel's announced. 

We ran after him in that ally and hoped for the best. 

JD held that flashlight strong as his hands shaked. I could feel his heart beat from the other side. 

We sat in the car as JD cried. 

I was in shock, but I feel bad for not crying. 

As Daniel's finally stopped the car to our house. I ran in and the first thing I did was go up to my father's office. I didn't even let Daniel's speak. 

"Dad, what's wrong with me?" I asked in a quiet voice. 

I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit a wall, but I didn't. 

"I'm scared dad," I said, in a louder voice.

He grabbed me in his arms. 

"What happened?" He asked. 

"I'm so numb dad, I can't feel anything. Moms clothes were found in a dumpster, as well as her blood soaking them. I didn't even cry. I feel like I don't wanna die, but it's too much work to exist." I said. 

I was breaking down. 

I was numb one second, but not i'm crying into my fathers arms.

"I'm not a metal shield. I'm not perfect. WHY CAN'T ANYONE UNDERSTAND THAT. My mother's probably dead, my father's sick, I have a secret sister. It's all too much. I'm not iron, why does everyone act like I'm unbreakable. I'm shattering. Me and Zane played off a fake relationship. We were never real, he's my best friend, but I asked him to act because we've never actually told each other our feelings. We've been playing a couple for so long and it's breaking me. The tension is unbearable. I want all of him and not just this game. I think I love him," I said. 

Did I say I love him?

"Love? That's a strong word." My father said. 

"Sorry, I said that by accident." I explained. 

"That wasn't an accident. You haven't told him how you felt because you were afraid. Am I wrong? Go tell that boy you love him! What's the point of life without risk? I wish I took a risk!" My father pushed me to tell my feelings. 

I don't have anything better to do, so why not right? I ran out without saying or explaining why. 

"Why are you leaving?" He asked before I ran out. 

I jumped on my motorcycle and went to Zane. 

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