Sophia:
The beep, beep, beeping of my phone shook me from a twelve-hour sleep.
It was messages and calls from my parents, Logan, Wit, and even Toby.
I don't know why. I couldn't piece it together, and I didn't understand why it felt like he was the only one I could reply to, but he did. He felt comfortable.
"I made it back to New York this morning. I'm safe." That was all I replied, and then I turned my phone off. I looked at it, and then I shattered it against the wall.
I couldn't look at it, and why would I want any ties to the life I am trying so hard to leave behind?
Curling up in my blankets and going back to sleep was the answer. I did just that, sleeping for another six hours before finally being able to drag myself from the bed to wash the prom off my skin and wash the hai
