Masked

Chapter Twenty-Four My Old Friend

No one really knows what it's like to be... Different. My dad says that it's ok to be who you are. But he doesn't see what people go through that are really different. My dad doesn't see what I have to see people go through on a daily bases. My sister sees them. Max sees them. Everyone at school sees this happening but they don't say anything about it. They don't even tell them to stop. NO one does anything to make the hurting stop.

Our mom is no longer in the town. After Kassie has moved in with me and dad. She thought there was no reason to be here anymore. Though I think it had more to do with the things that are going on in town then not seeing me and Kassie anymore. Dad says that I have to stop thinking about all of that. That it's not good with all the stress that is being put on me. I can handle the stress. I don't know if e was telling me this to make me stop thinking about it or for me not to put any stress on Kassie.

Ever since the things in school have been happening and outside of school. I used to have friends before I had walked home with my sister and her friends. I haven't really talked to them since that day. My mind has been running and has been thinking about everything that has been happening with the testing and things like that. I see how much this is taking on everyone.

I walked home. Alone. In the dark. Kassie was in Maine for the night with Max and Dad. I didn't want to go. I unlocked the door. I walked inside the cold and dark house. It was so quiet. I guess what most people don't understand is that I have been depressed. I know what my sister is going through. I do know what is going to happen if I do what I so badly want to do. I shut the door. Walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I looked at Kassie's door. Then my dad's. Walked into my room, not bothering to shut the door. I guess things just need a bit of chance to change for the better. I walked into my bathroom. Turned on the light. Looked at my reflection in the mirror. I saw what I have always seen. The same glum face. The scar from when I fell off my bike in Middle school. I saw what I have had to deal with for the past year and a half. I opened the drawer under the sink. I took out the only thing that kept me on my feet for a year. My old friend. Not to long after I did it, things started to go fuzzy. I stopped fighting the dark and let it take over my body.

I don't know how I got to this very uncomfortable bed. But when I opened my eyes I saw that I was in the hospitable. I looked around the room. I saw a figure to my right. It looked like my sister for a second. Then it turned out to be Allie.

"What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"

"First of all Before you go wondering into your house make sure the door is shut and locked. Second of all why would you do what you did to yourself? I mean life can't be that hard. I remember trying to help Kassie out of this."

When Allie said my sister's name I remember what she was talking about. We all did. That was the week after our parents divorce. I looked at the door. I didn't answer her question. I still remember what Kassie had said to me before she left for her trip to maine. I just can't yet help but notice what she notices to. I guess I should've went to Kassie instead of someone who only hurts me. Physically and Mentally,