Trapped In Myself

Prologue

"It was my birthday," I told the police. "she seemed a bit on edge, but I didn't let it bother me. Maybe if I had, things would have ended differently."

They let me leave the police station and I headed home. My parents didn't even talk to me when I got home. They just looked at me, rolled their eyes and went back to their phones.

The next day I decided not to go to school. I stayed in my room all day. I didn't even come out to eat. I was afraid to go to the washroom upstairs and see all the blood. Even though they cleaned it all up, I just keep seeing it in my head.

She knew this would happen to me. She's seen it before. When bad things happen, I isolate myself from everyone I know and love. I lose myself in guilt and sadness. I die.

But, of course, that's probably why she did it. To mess with me. It was her revenge. 

I decided to finally check my phone. I had about a million calls and texts from everyone at school. It's kinda funny, they keep asking if I'm ok, but they obviously know the answer. 

I don't go to school again for weeks. People come to check on me but my mom doesn't let anyone in. They stopped having friends over. It's driving my dad crazy. My parents asked me if I wanted to go to DSMU; Dansbourough School for the Mentally Unstable. Apparently, I'm a psycho now.

I told them I'd think about it. But when the worry calls stopped coming in, and my homework stopped arriving, and people stopped caring. My mom didn't give me a choice. They enrolled me.