She ran from the school, crying, but racing so that know one could see her tears.
She felt alone, suffered alone, in a roaring silence.
what had M called it?
the Black Velvet Curtain
The place deep inside where she hid, somehow knowing no one would even be looking for her.
It all started when HE asked her best friend out instead. “He only used me to get to my friend”
And when she heard the hateful things he called her behind her back it got worse.
Fatty, *****, ho.
She knew what she needed to do, she had a shrt piece of razor hidin in […]