SERENA'S POV
The boutique was dead silent except for my ragged breathing and the crunch of glass under us.
I was still on the floor, the shards of glass scattered all over the place. The blood from my cut palm were now mixing with the tears running down from my cheeks. My chest was now heaving from crying so hard. It hurt so bad.
Everything I'd been holding back came flooding in at once. I had tried as much as possible not to think too much about my situation. Lying to myself nothing had happened wasn't working anymore. Every now and then I'd look out the window expecting someone to just magically pop up and tell me this was all a prank.
No one was dead and they were all pranking me.
But none of that had happened yet and it was starting to sink inside me.
This wasn't just a bad dream i was having. The fire— it actually happened.
I felt hopeless. Exposed to the world. Ugly. Alone.
