I drew the razor slowly down my arm, laughing softly. This is what they did, what they drove me to do. These awful, awful people. I smile into the mirror in the school bathroom. I hear voices out in the hall; I don't care. Let them see me. Let them know what I've done. What they've done. What they made me do. I want to make them feel how I feel. 

Footsteps.

I look over and see her. The bitch. Sage Liza. I laugh. She drops her phone and screams.

I gasp and sit up in my bed, waking from my nap. I look around. My mom is sitting in my desk chair. "Why are you watching me, mom?" I yell, feeling defenseless. "You're acting like a stalker."

"You need to go to therapy, Nova," she says quietly. "It will help you."

I close my eyes. Fuck her. Fuck my dad. Fuck this school. Fuck everyone. I will destroy all of their so so 'perfect' reputations. Everyone will be exposed, just as I was. 

"You just don't know how to do your job," I spit.

she sighs and leaves my room, tears in her eyes.