Twenty-five: Mila's P.O.V

I was at the college library trying to finish the assignment that was due next week, but I could not write anything down, I could not think straight. My mind was drifting to different places and by different places, I meant horrendous thoughts and scenarios. I kept thinking about Emma. I was worried about her, she did not look good at all. There was something bad going on in her life and she refused to talk about it with anyone, especially with me. Why did she feel the need to keep me out of her life? She was being abused, I was sure of that. I had a feeling she wasn’t attacked, but I had no proof. I knew I told her that I would not be there for her again after what she had done to me, but that was all some angry talk. I would never forgive myself if she got hurt and I knew that she needed me at that time, yet I was not there to help her. Nobody knew her like I did and during our whole friendship, I have not seen her that broken before, I have never seen her looking that dull