The lunch bell had just rang as I was leaving the reception. I had been having one of the really bad days and I was allowed to go home. I couldn't take any more today. I needed to get out. To escape. I left the school building and almost ran home. Although I lived just over the road from the school, I couldn't afford to run into Quinn again.
I got in and slammed the door shut. Leaning against the door, I gasped for breath. I was relieved to be home. To be closed off from the world. To be alone with my thoughts...... Unfortunately, didn't feel like I could trust my thoughts today. It was these unreliable thoughts that made me remember that I needed to take the pill that I needed to take every lunch. I locked the door, went into the bathroom and got the little bottle. And then another one of those unreliable thoughts crossed my mind. I studied the label. 'TAKE NO MORE THAN ONE EVERY 4 HOURS' I wandered into my bedroom and sat on the bed, still staring at the bottle in my hand. My mind was racing. Everything seemed blurry. I felt slightly panicked over what thoughts were going through my mind, yet somehow, this felt almost......right. I felt like this is what I had to do. This was my only way out. It was decided. This is what I was going to do to escape from the.....problem, from Quinn, and from life. I decided that I should probably leave some sort of note to try and explain. To say my last words. I got a pen and a piece of paper. I sat and thought about what I should write. It was then that I realised that I had no clue what to write. I must of sat here for about half an hour before finally deciding to write only this:
'I'm Sorry.'
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I'm Sorry
Historia CortaWillow has a problem and it's not gone unseen by people at school. That's why they're making her life a living hell and Willow can only think of one way out........
