This Is My Life

11

All I could hear were the gasps and cries from everyone around me, kids whispering and already starting rumours.

When one girl noticed what was in my hand she began screaming, "Run, crazy Melissa is going to get us like she got her parents!" 

I watched as the halls became a blur of chaos, students honestly thinking that I had done something. I had nothing to do with the knife being in my locker.. at least I didn't think I did. Since I was on medication I hadn't been sleep walking, so I was pretty sure it was planted on me.

Then I found it. There was a note inside my locker.

That little boy was my little brother. How could you do that to him. He was too scared to sleep in his bed. He can't walk anymore. He's traumatized of vehicles. Even to go outside in the yard. It's not a surprise that you murdered your parents as well.

I stared at the scribbled note in my hand and felt the tears flow from my eyes. I knew it was my fault. I had to live with that everyday. I probably was the one that murdered my parents.. No one else was found around my area, there was no evidence of any other person in their room. 

I fell to the floor, crying against my locker. Why did this happen to me. I wasn't even sleep walking anymore. My specialist even said I was making great progress. I guess I just caused too much damage for people to forgive. I guess I couldn't blame them. I felt like a horrible person. I wanted to curl up into a hole and stay there.

I heard a small shuffling noise coming from the end of the hallway. I glanced up to see a short, pale, skinny  girl with big glasses. She appeared to be  staring at me. 

"Go away. Run away like everyone else did." I yelled out at her. I didn't care if I was being mean. It didn't look like she was going to do anything other than stare at me. As soon as I spat out those words she looked nervously at me. It almost looked like she was debating coming over here. She quickly ditched that idea though and scampered away.

When I thought she had left I heard a soft voice speak up, "Sorry." She mumbled, not meeting my eyes. She looked scared, but also sorry for me. Before I could say anything she disapeared around the corner.