Angry, I'm angry.

My mind casts back. Pictures dart through into school, invisible .getting pelted with food at lunch.

Then, I remember the punch, the horrible laughter, and gingerly touch my black eye.

Angry, I'm angry.

I wanted to get them, I did, but they were on me. "Freak!" "Nerd!" "Geek!" I ran and ran until their sounds blended into the dark behind me, until sharp pains pressed in on my sides.

Angry, I'm angry.

I turn the music up to ear-splitting level, and scream along with the singers at the awful world. Tears flow freely down my cheeks, but the music half fills the emptiness inside me.

Lonely, I'm lonely.

Empty, I'm empty.

Somebody save me!

A knife.

A crash.

And all is silent.