I don't remember getting to school. I don't remember sitting through the first couple classes of the day. I barely notice my surroundings and those talking to me.
"Stella, love, are you alright?"
I look up to see that it's Zach who is trying to talk to me. I barely register the concern on his face.
"I'm fine." I tell him.
Zach stares down at me as I gather my stuff from my locker for the rest of the day.
Somewhere inside my head I want to call out for help and tell him I'm dying inside. Tell him I can't control it.
"How about you come over after school to hang out." He smiles encouragingly at me. "It can just be the two of us."
"Yeah, sure." I mumble before heading off to class.
The voice in my head is front and center at the wheel. It's helping me, that's what a huge part of
