FINCH

Its one of those days again. I know it before anything tragic actually takes place. Before I get out of my bed and go down to find my mother on the couch fast asleep surrounded by papers and empty glasses. Before I make my way to school only to be slammed into the wall by Gabe Roamer when I did nothing to him other than walking past him. Before I see Embryo and sit on the chair whose arm someone sliced three times. Before I see Violet and her smile that refrains me from doing anything to myself. I know it. I just know it. I could never get out of this bed. I could stay right here. But instead, I close my eyes. Breathe. And think:

It will be okay.

Its fine.

I'm going to be fine.

I'll be good.

And then I throw the blanket away, just because this is what only I know. Not her.