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.
