I'm back in school after two days, but I haven't seen you since. I've regained the composure to keep showing up, to keep the bleeding at bay. I don't know how to handle myself, but I'm trying.

A bunch of girls huddled and screamed at me today.

They asked if we used to be friends and I said, "Yes".

When they heard that they got mad at me for lying. Though I didn't lie, but they don't know that. They wouldn't believe anything because it's me.

They kept saying that I'm a "Whore!" and that I should stay locked up at home with my drunk mum who forgot to get rid of the child she had behind her husband's back.

It's getting harder and I can't breathe.

I can't breathe through these halls that only whisper my name like I shouldn't be here. I can't breathe in a house where nobody's home because an unwanted child came to exist.

I'm sorry. I'm trying. I'm sorry for being in the way of everyone's happiness.