Mason
My head felt like it was floating in the space, chilling while looking down at me with pity. For long moments I stared at the person sitting in front of me demanding answers which were as messed up as they could be. He didn't want that. What I feared most was what would happen if I were to tell David everything, my headache, at the thought. He had given me the packet of cheetos he got for me and soda, I could also see a bottle of water and some pain killers in the brown paper bag.
“I can't tell you. Can we go back to school?” I exhaled, after a moment.
“Actually no. I found you hurting yourself and that gives me the right to ask you about it.” David huffed, I wanted to scoff at him. Who does he think he is?
“I'm not telling you s**t, I'll walk myself back to school.” slamming
