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I lifted my box onto my new bed. I sighed as I sat on the squeaky mattress that was slightly uncomfortable. However I was grateful to have somewhere to stay, even if it was in a mafia house.

I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Then I remembered I was going to have to tell Deja about Avery. I couldn't, I couldn't. I can't say those words out loud again. Avery is dead. I'd have to comfort her as she cried over my brother, I'm not prepared for that. I'll be prepared for that. I slipped my phone from out of my pocket and blocked Deja's number. I didn't want to know anyone who knew Avery; Or anyone who reminded me of him.

My heart was racing as I lay back on the bed. I closed my eyes, hoping it would all stop. It'd all be a dream.

The next thing I knew, it was morning. I sat up and glanced around, forgetting everything just for a moment. The memories were so heavy. They played on my mind constantly. Mainly seeing Avery's body, touching him and real