past the point of love

sinking in

Josie got under the hot water of the shower. It soaked through her, and she still felt numb. The only words that were on her breath. “I killed him. I killed him. He’s dead.” Just little whispers echoed through her head.

She cried softly thinking how much she’d ruined everything. Everything. Now she didn’t want to go to Foster care. All this time, thats all she ever wanted. But..but it had changed. She didn’t know what they might do to her now.

 And Noah. God, she hated herself for dragging him in to this. She didn’t know what to do. Would he ever believe her. She scrubbed herself clean, wanting to make it all go away. But it wouldn’t. What ever had happened to her Dad, she’d been a part of. She knew it now. And she had to think quick. She had to do something. She had to figure it out before it was too late. Before…they took her away.

She kept under the hot shower until it turned long cold and made her fridgid. She had goosebumps now. Her body was shaking. She couldn’t help but scowl of the things to come. It was going to be awful. She knew. She had to get used to that as she dressed in the clothes she’d brought. Some stuipid flowly girly thing. She never wore it. But it was the only thing clean. And she’d snapped it off the hanger in her closet before she left along with her little laptop that probably had a virus on it..with the way her luck was going lately. She slipped into her cheap clogs from Wal-mart that she lived in. It was time to go. Time was ticking. And she couldn’t waste it.