You wasn't at school today but your ex-girlfriend was.
She screamed in my face, telling me the break up was my fault, telling me to watch my back because she was out to get me, telling me she was glad my mother's died. Glad that she didn't see her pathetic excuse for a daughter.
That one got me.
That was the one that made me run. Run out of the school gates and all the way back home. Run to my room where I sat at my window sill and found the only way I know how to feel release.
I grabbed a blade.