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safety, it was Logan.
    Logan must have mentioned the nightmares to my mom, the pain so evident on her face as a doctor uttered the words Delayed Onset PTSD. They said I had survivor guilt. My dad had asked me to go to the store with him that night, and I should have been in that car with him, I was supposed to die with him. Instead, he died alone.
    Weekly therapy sessions had helped me manage the feeling of guilt that I harbored, but my guilt would be a permanent scar, it would never truly disappear. The nightmares were in a war of their own, flanking me when I would least expect it, dragging me into the depths of hell once more, forcing me to feel the guilt.
    As the years rolled by, the nightmares slowed, gradually making less of an appearance in my life. The only time I have any nightmares now is if something triggers them. One of the last times I had a nightmare was when a horrific car crash had killed a whole family. The news had broadcast the wreckage, showing the carnage that was left behind. I haven’t watched the news since.
    “Hey guys.” Logan said as he took his seat on the bench “Where’s Low?”
    “I am right here, man whore!” Low shouted as she stomped up behind him, pulling him off his seat by his wrist. She plunged her finger into his chest, “You need to either keep it in your pants or stop screwing my damn friends, Logan!”
    “What are you squealing about now, Low?” Logan said with his eyebrows raised, taunting her.
    “I just had Erika crying on my shoulder because you didn’t call her after you screwed her, twice!” Low spat, I winced. Logan was going to get his ass kicked by Low and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
    “Which one’s Erika again?” Logan asked, clearly amused by Low’s sudden outburst as he chuckled, taunting her further.
    “Ugh you’re so freaking disgusting, Logan!” Low spat, exasperated knowing she was fighting a losing battle. Taking her probing finger out of his chest, she took her place on the picnic bench and sighed. “I’m not finished with you, Logan White.” she muttered.
    “So, Ace is having a party tomorrow. Who’s in?” Logan said rubbing his hands together with a perfect smile on his face. Ugh, a frat party was the last thing I wanted to think about, especially today of all days.
    “Count me in, dude.” Tate replied only opening one eye, clearly enjoying the heat against his skin.
    “Neva, do you want to go?” Low asked. Turning to my friend, she looked really excited and she was pulling out the puppy dog eyes. Damn, how could I say no to that?
    “Sure, listen I have to be somewhere, I will meet you back at the dorm, Low.” I said trying to catch Tate’s attention as Low nodded in understanding “Tate, are you coming with me?” I asked knowing what his answer would be. I was met with a brick wall of silence. I sighed. I knew he wouldn’t want to go, but I had to ask him anyway.
    It was ten years to the day that my father was cruelly taken away from us. The pain was still there, just not as raw as it once was. I miss him every day, especially now I am older, but I could never seem to get Tate to come with me, I didn’t know why maybe it was just too hard.
    “I am finished for the day so I am going to head out.” I said standing up “I’ll see you guys later.” I said as I started making my way towards my dorm room.
    “Hey Neva, wait up!” Logan called from behind me. Turning around, I couldn’t help but stare at his overly muscular body twisting and contracting as he ran towards me, sweat adorning his masculine chest.
    “What’s up?” I asked as we started walking, making our way through the throngs of students.
    “Do you want a ride?” He asked, putting his t-shirt back on before placing his hand on my shoulder. He stopped me mid stride as he looked into my eyes, giving me silent understanding. I had never learned how to drive, it was just something I didn’t want to do for obvious reasons. I also hated getting into a car,