My eyes teary yet drained no colour left the slight redness in the corner of my eye. I couldn't fear what the darkness held because if I did I might have been consumed with it to. The sword of words struck me the yelling frightening the words sharper than the brocken glass laying on the floor. a slammed door but my heart slammed the wall more. Maybe just was being naive but is that what you call this..right now I don't know.... Names yelled at me whispers start as I walk the halls of school. The voices in my head getting louder with each breath they're yelling louder and louder "you're not good enough" they say "you should be left behind" "you should've never have been born" all I could hear were my thoughts but if I think that to than it must be true..right???