Biography: Picking Up the Pieces Part 2
Picking Up the Pieces: Daniel My heartbeat bludgeoned the silence as I stared at the two words on my phone. "You suck." My best friend, Sloan, was asleep with her head in the toilet in defeat of a successful birthday night. I so badly wanted to ask for her advice, but since everyone in the apartment was comatose, I allowed my emotions to take control and ring his number. "Who the hell do you think you are sending me something like that?" "Hannah?? Hold on, don't go anywhere. I have to get out of here." "What are you talking about?!" Daniel was in Cabo for spring break and had sent me the text message drunk at a club with his friends. I learned as soon as he broke away from the club and started heading home as he explained with me on the phone. This infuriated me even more. Daniel could hardly utter any words against my fervent wrath. Why now? Why would you say that? Why after all this time? Do you know how you hurt me? Why can...