They sit behind me . Always whispering & talking he says to her "go slit your wrists" "drink bleach emo bitch" "go die its not like anybody would care " I try to stand up for her I try to say something than finally ... "maybe I will , your right no one will care." oh wait .. this is written all wrong the people having a conversation aren't the people sitting behind me the conversation is between me & the demon inside me..