I told you I was evil

I woke up. September 15th. Five days after I killed my sister. One day after Lafayette died. Six days left. Only six days. I walk to the bathroom and preform my normal routine of cutting and getting ready. I will get to see Laf and Eliza on six days.

I have already planned it out. I will take an overdose so nobody else can get hurt, then I will place my letter on my door. Then I will lay down in bed. Then I get to see Lafayette and Eliza. Just six more days.

I am numb as I go threw the day, even in my now daily...meetings...with James Reynolds that I hate. But I only have to do a few more.

I walk into Hamilton's bedroom at the end of the day.

"If you don't publish The Schuyler Pamphlet I will." I state plainly. He looks taken aback, but nods.

"I see you finally understand you are worthless. Alright." and I watch as he spreads the pamphlet across Twitter, Wattpad, Tumblr, Facebook, the school blog, and so many more. Then I turn and leave. My work here is done.