Mari,
I walked into the room.
They were all watching me.
I sat in the third chair next to a boy, he was bobbing his head to his violent rock music.
Our eyes met.
I felt terrified.
My gaze at the floor grew heavier, his music was too influencing. Just by hearing a few words made me want to find something sharp. I looked around and not one thing in the room could hurt me.
Except the boy next to me.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe.
RomanceA boy and a girl meet, and fall in love by sight. A series of diaries in a suicide recovery group.