I'm going to knock your teeth in.
The past few hours had been so stressful. Right now, Amy was numb. Nothing seemed real. It was as if she were living in a dream, she could only hope that at any moment she would wake up. This was the first time she’d felt helpless, because she could do nothing to fix this, to make Violet okay again. She’d caused too much damage.
Now she sat in that air conditioned auditorium. An assembly for suicide awareness, and it was so hard not to cry when they talked about Violet, spoke of how she did it, and how even though she was okay, this was something that might’ve been preventable. Something she could have fixed.
The auditorium was dead silent. Some were crying, others sat with somber looking faces, but there was one particular asshole who sat with one of his douchebag friends laughing and messing around as if this were nothing. Silently, she was raging. She had to step in, “Are you fucking kidding me right now, Tony?” She’s looking right at him with cold eyes, “How can you fucking laugh right now?”