I don't know when this sickness and sorrow will end. I have a feeling it won't.
Whenever I was at school, they would crowd round me. I was not popular in a good sense. They wanted me dead.
Ever since I joined my secondary school, they had been pestering me wherever I went. Like mosquitoes. The toilets, the cafeteria, the library in classes. Buzz buzzz buzzzzz. I wish the drones could have shut up sooner. Or maybe I shouldn't have let their words get to my head. Well, it's happened now. It is too late to go back.
I left school thinking that The Drones wouldn't come for me. But they did. They found ways. And I let them find me. It's my fault really. I wanted the attention, so I got attention. My fault.
