That end of winter I turned eighteen.

She became a victim, so an investigation was opened. She came to apologise as the truth came to light.

I was her loney escape to a cheating lover.

I stood untop of a school building, thinking of my demise. I wanted to scar them, the teacher begged me to stop, police begged me to stop, brother begged. I only watched her, as her friends held her as she sobbed.

They all looked like ants beneath my feet.