It won't be scared away this time.

5- Lucky.

Number 14- Tell Ruth Lee what a bitch she is.

So Dad basically killed me.

Well he would have If it was legal and he wasn’t going to be sent to prison for 20 years.

I probably should have been listening to him, but while his face was contorted with rage, completely purple and spit (disgusting) flew at my face, I stared at him and started singing Its Time by Imagine Dragons is my head. I’ve had it in my head for nearly a week now, since Erin showed it to me.

Dad got even madder about the fact that he had to ask me three times if I was sorry because I had been ignoring him- by accident of course.

Most people my age would probably scream back, or at least defend themselves a little bit. Most Dads would get mad, but wouldn’t be as mad as mine was. He literally went on for about two hours. I got really hungry.

Yes, he was overreacting, but I knew this was more than about the window. Dad hadn’t said one bad thing to me, or shouted at me no matter what I did, since I was diagnosed. He’s been bottling up so much rage and frustration about the monster for so long; I had been almost looking forward to when it came out. I added more fuel to his fire every so often, and then continued ignoring him.

‘The window was in the way!’

‘It’s Aimee’s fault…’

‘Whatever, the window was old anyway.’

‘I just have good aim!’

The last one may have been a mistake, because Dad went ballistic. He looked like King Kong when everyone took photos of him. At that thought, I had to breathe a lot not to laugh. Erin didn’t make it any better when she walked past with a banana, reminding me of it. I started to shake, struggling to control myself.

‘Let’s get curry tonight! Crap, I thought this was over…’ Erin started to back out of the room, when I gave up. Dad and Erin stared at me as I had tears coming out of my eyes. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t even sure why I laughed so much, I just needed to get it out. Surprisingly, Dad and Erin joined in. We laughed for about 10 minutes, then seeing my opportunity, I bolted to my room before Dad could realise he was meant to be mad.

What to do, what to do…

I didn’t want to go downstairs or leave my room in case Dad thought that he had sent me to my room in his rage or something. There really wasn’t much stuff in my box sized room, not that I’m complaining. I usually was on the sofa downstairs, so the others could keep an eye on me. I slept in my room, and that was it. Erin sometimes used my room to relax after school, as downstairs got crowded and her room was a pigsty.

Erin’s laptop was here.

It was old and shut down randomly a lot, but it could still be used. I hadn’t been on Facebook in a long time, so I figured that I might as well.

I wanted to see pictures of my old friends. We didn’t talk much after I left school, as I lived too far away and couldn’t go out due to the monster. But I still got a text here and there, which I appreciated. I logged on and was met with about 500 notifications. I scrolled down, not taking in any of the later ones, wanting to view the earlier ones first.

Miss you Riles xxx

Get better soon!

Never talked to you that much, but you seem really nice so I hope you get better :-)

Can you come to my house this weekend? X

All kinds of sweet stuff I would smile at. I wish I’d looked at it all earlier, I could have accepted some of the invitations to do something or other before. It dawned on me how much life I’d missed out on recently. Apart from Rome, I hadn’t left the house for weeks. Months even.

Attention seeker!

That comment stuck out like a flying moose.

Bitch!

Hope you die soon :)

Go to hell.

Everyone hates you!

A bunch of hurtful posts had been said about me. I was surprised by my calmness about it all. Before I would have gotten super upset about it, and cried all night or something. Now it just seemed stupid.

Why would I spend my last months on earth depressed because some people said some bitchy stuff about me?

I looked closer. Not some people. One person. One person was saying all this hateful stuff about me. I was just glad no one followed their lead.

I’m not surprised though. Like the monster would change their cruelty and malicious ways.

Since year 1 this girl has targeted me with her hate crimes, but I’m just thankful that I’m one of the lucky ones- apart from a couple of people here and there, no one joined in. Some even stood up for me against her.

Her being the cow that punched me in the nose when I was 9, the one who insulted my whole family daily and would make up rumours about me that she desperately tried to make others believe. The girl who would do the most annoying things, like hum an out of key tune so much that the teacher turned around and said he would give a detention to the person who was humming, then blamed me.

The most pathetic person I’ve ever met really.

Ruth Lee, the girl who made me leave school when she told everyone about the monster.