I think it’s safe to assume that if you followed pain, you’d find me there. For over a year, it’s all too consuming. A rocky bridge that never quite ends, a fresh stab wound each time you move. People say that time heals, but those people clearly have never felt what it’s like to have a piece of you ripped away. Those people have never felt that they missed all the signs that led up to one moment. Those people want you to think that things get better, but they don’t, they just get easier.
I’m still waiting for that part to happen.
“We have been so worried, darling. Your father and I were going to fly out—”
“I am fine,” I cut them off. I am currently in the principal’s office, his ancient phone glued to my ear. I can tell the principal is trying to mind his own business flickering throu
