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Overthinking is Overworking

My head jerked up from the desk. My eyes started to adjust to the lights as my focus started to come back.

"Rhea? Rhea, wake up. It's impolite to be sleeping in class. Don't ever do that again." A stern woman's voice came from above me.

I just nodded as I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. I realized that I slept in class. This wasn't exactly the first time I've done this... things have just been complicated. I looked at my paper that was on my desk. I had all my work done, but I still got yelled at. 'How rude...' I thought. Mrs. Serkin's voice was drowned out by my massive headache as well as the irritating high-pitched ringing. I blinked hard a few times as I wondered one thing, and one thing only... 'How much longer can I be here before something bad happens?'

~FLASHBACK~

I felt as if I was suffocating under my thoughts. I have one secret out of many... but this was one that I could never tell anyone.

First things first, no matter what anyone says... I'm not a bad person.

Second, you'll hate me for what I will do... what I did... and how many people I will hurt by doing this.

Third, don't get to close to anyone. Everyone leaves. We all die. The end.

All our fates will start and end the same way... we are born, then we die.

My phone on my side desk buzzed as another message came though on my voicemail. I just laid on my bed as I covered my eyes with my right forearm. I took a deep breath as I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I pressed the home button as I saw 23 voicemails appear on my screen. I opened my phone as I pressed on the phone app and I saw most of them were from my friends and a few stranger's numbers. I swallowed hard as I started to get the feeling of what they said. I hesitantly pressed on the first one... it was from Jessica.

"Rhea, you're such a bitch! No one will like you! Why did you say those things to me?! You're not my friend anymore! I hope you die!" The message ended there.

A small frown started to form as my vision became blurry. My chest started to feel heavy but light. I closed my phone not wanting to listen to any more of them.

I'm sorry... I didn't mean anything. I'm such an awful person. But... you all will get your wish. I hope you're happy.

~FLASHBACK OVER~

My vision returned but the memories still lingered. I practically lost everything, but I didn't care anymore. After my parents died... nothing really mattered. Don't get me wrong, things do matter completely. I suppose some of the determination or motive just shut down in my brain. The bell finally rang as I slowly collected my stuff and I left the class. I walked down the hall of the first floor, out the side door, though the courtyard, and crossed the creak a few ways from the high school. With a small backpack, a swiss army knife in my jacket pocket, and the small notebook with a red pen sticking out... This will be the last time anyone has seen...