37 2.8. I Did It

The rest of the evening was very uneventful. I hated every second of that party.

I felt like the most lonely person I've ever felt in a while.

So, I left the party as soon as possible. Not telling anyone about my whereabouts.

I just wanted to be alone. And I made sure nobody could find me while I practically spend a week maneuvering around every other person possible.

Keeping myself to a minimum as much as possible.

In my week of isolation, I took my time investigating into Clinton's death further.

In the midst of my research, I got worried calls from Mom, Ben, Justine, Olivia and even Liza. But I hardly paid it any attention.

For some reason, being alone and taking it all in sounded way better than to actually face any of them.

I knew I was acting like a brat but I did have all the right to do so. They had time to process his death, I didn't.

The thought even makes me want to laugh now.

Who knew I would be mourning my sworn enemies death someday?