_ The Message _
Locked up in the washroom, I bawl my eyes out.
There's nothing I want more than the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Nothing I want more than to starve and die in this toilet so I never have to step out and face the world. The cruel world.
There's a bang on the door.
Zara.
"Terra, open up. Please open up. You have to tell me what's going on!"
I sniff, holding back the tears.
"Zara, please leave me alone."
"You have to talk to me." She insists.
"I don't want to talk!" I lose it. "Just go!"
I think she has just left thanks to me. Great. As if things couldn't get worse...
Tears well up my eyes when I realise what she has just done. She sits outside the door.
"I'm here," Zara says. "I'm not leaving."
I quickly stand and open the door.
We both crash into
