I felt so alone. Questioning my every move and replaying that conversation in my head. I had a paper bag over my head, to stop people from seeing what I have become. An emotional wreck, mascara all over my tear-stained face, my stomach feeling like it weighed a tonne. Question marks circle my head, wondering why I ever said that and instantly regretting what I said that made it all go wrong. I felt like there was a crowd of people, surrounding me and taunting me in their heads, sending cold vibes throughout my soul. The jacket that I was wearing hid my secrets, my cuts from depression and the empty reminder of what I did to myself cause of my own misery, but it wasn't my wrong doing, there was a reason that I felt like this and it all started with Jake. Him and his selfish ways, how could he do this, why did he do this, I thought I could trust him, those memories filled my head and I felt a fresh wave of tears stream down my face. Those memories, horrible, horrible memories would always be with me, another wave of hatred flushed through my body, mixed with embarrassment for ever trusting him. My stomach tightened as a mix of more hateful memories flooded my mind, flashing before my eyes. But then, I had an instant realisation. Who needs this type of guilt inside them? Who cares? I feel all my guilt and sadness stream out with my tears as I rip off my paper bag thinking I can do this alone I don't need a stupid boy with me and I proudly walked away with happy thoughts in my mind. Jake went past me but I didn't take a second glance at him and walked out the school doors into the big, wide happy world. With my earphones in, I proudly skipped home and I was about to unlock the door, but only to see my mother's horrified expression as she lay on the floor, motionless, colourless and cold...
