Words I am too cowardly to share to the ones close to me. The fear of being rejected or judged by these paragraphs, is a phobia that doesn't have an off button. Despite my scared mind, I wish to share these stories with you. They need to be released. To hold them back will lie a greater chance of being forgotten.

Science class seemed normal, the entire day was thought to be normal. We were all wrong. I shared that class with my ex girlfriend, whom I have broken up with many months before. One second she seemed fine, the next she was on the floor. Dead.