I was dead inside. I could see it in Jake too. We both died inside before our souls left our bodies. We just lived, the two of us. We lost all our best friends. They left us before we wanted to say goodbye. Ky and James were gone and we had lost Lia after that summer. We were only seventeen the year we lost them all. The month of the Olympics, the month we wished never happened; and this is the story of what went down that summer