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1) Me.


I see you. In the bathroom. In the locker room. Under the bleachers. I hear you. In the classroom. Behind the window. Whispering in the corner. But I pretend. Pretend not to hear, pretend not to see. Pretend not to care. But i do hear. I do see. And I do care.


All I remember about the first time I did it was the leaf. The single, beautiful, carefree leaf. The leaf, twirling down from the tree. My tree. I'm on the floor. On the floor of my too-familiar sea-green bathroom. I'm surrounded. Surrounded by happy. Surrounded by light. All I was looking for was an escape. A way out. A black hole.


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