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I stare at the floor Tears spill out onto ina, I don’t understand you This is the only thing that could have happened You think you’re ood thing, you ruin it Because you’re a coward Don’t expect me to feel sorry for you"

"It’s not like you wanted es of the counter and try to get myself up but I can’t And I can feel how pathetic it is and I kno pathetic it looks I can’t get up and she’s just standing there I slaainst the floor "Why are you even here if you’re not going to help?"

Her mouth drops open She looks away from me, ashamed I’ve never seen that on her face before, and I don’t even kno I ed it, until she says, "I wanted to see it"

It’s such a bitch thing to say

But I get it

"Okay," I rab the counter a second tiet to my feet I lean on it My mouth is dry, parched I run the water cold and dab it on my face It makes me painfully, painfully awake "If you feel like it, tell Michael not to--tell him not to come to school on Monday"

"What? Why?"

"You tell ht foot, the one with the cut, and wince I just want to get past Liz, out of the washroo hi if you don’t tell me why"

I bite my lip This is not about me and Liz Michael

"They have his journal," I tell her

"What? Michael has his journal I’ve seen it"

I shake my head "They stole it AnnaShe’s going to plaster it over school"

She stares at es" My voice cracks "I’ in there that could get him expelled--"

"I don’t believe you"

"I don’t care if you believe et me to feel sorry for--"

"He wrote that he wanted to kill everyone in school," I blurt out Liz’s eyes widen "They’re going to give it to Holt and say it’s a death threat Do you knohat that could do to hi if you don’t tell him"

I push past her bony frame The space between the stalls and the sinks is too narrow, and the corner of the counter ra-kitten kind of sound and curl in, one hand on ina--"

"Just look" I e "You wanted to see it" I leave the washroos at the exact sae at the reintroduction to the cold pave

I climb the stairs to th mirror mounted onto be okay, because Anna can’t hit But Kara can I lift e There are already bruises forlimpse of my back

I raid the ers travel over antacids and prescriptions until I find the Tylenol with Codeine and I take three of those, and then I crawl into bed

Everything hurts

I don’t want to go to school today

I get dressed slowly, but I don’t want to look at myself I don’t want to see it on

I pull the edges of rab the bottle of Tylenol on my desk I shake two pills into my palm I probably don’t need them It doesn’t even hurt like it did Not totally I take them anyway

Mom and Dad drink their coffee at the kitchen table Get ready for work I stay at the kitchen sink, quiet, staring out theIt’s cold out It looks cold out

Anna’s probably already taken care of it

I wonder if it will be big

I hope he’s not there