Breaking Katrina

Entering my bedroom was like a breath of fresh air.. or maybe that was the fall breeze coming through the window. I flopped onto my bed after setting my bags down beside it and sighed, this being the year I convinced my aunt not to send me away again by going to Hickory, which wasn't the school I would prefer but then again it was Hickory or mental hospitals.

Everyone at Hickory High thought of me as heartless, but why? Because I called my best friend Lily a lying, backstabbing whore.. the day before I killed her. So, I guess I was heartless. I couldn't feel any emotions after all the drugs they gave me. Which, I guess was a good thing. However, after awhile you begin to miss the feeling joy, even sadness, in your life. Hell if I could I would have a good, long cry just to be able to feel something, anything..