...I'm scorching hot. My flesh and skin felt the hot adrenaline rush throughout my body. I opened my eyes and looked up. In front of me is none other than... no... His deep black, pale skin tone and baby blue eyes overwhelmed me. I felt a rush of dead glare from nowhere and in front of me. How could this have happened? I am nowhere near my safe space. I want to go back. Why am I here? I am so sorry, Brian...

He's just over there on the opposite end of me. His beaming smile pains me. His chubby build and warm clothes, I miss it. We were just kids. Middle school, right?

His chuckles echoed through my left ear. This guy was close to me. Don't be so close. You made me feel so dirty and guilty. I regretted it to this day. Get me out of here. I'm uncomfortable, so please Evan, getaway. If I could, I rather would have thrown away your cologne no matter how good it smelled on you.

We were in the hallway. Evan was to my left. I held onto him, and I noticed Grian just entered from behind us. I turned my head backward and saw you. I was pretty sure you wouldn't get it nor would have noticed, but I plead for your help. He knew I was with you, and he won. He took me away from you. I'm so sorry but no more sorry than myself.

We marched away out of your sight. From that L-shaped hallway, I glanced back at you. I just knew that you were crying from the inside. You were probably mad even. When I looked at you, all I saw was sadness and pain. You asked yourself what you did wrong. If I was by your side, you would have heard me say, "you did nothing wrong." All I cared about was you, but he took me away from you. Trust me when I say I never loved him.

White flashed beyond my eyes. I saw nothing as I was blinded by the light. Then here I am where I sat in front of a classroom, my music teacher to my left behind his keyboard. The fourth-period choir was where I am right now. Laughter is heard behind my back. Black spots still blinded my vision. Voices clapped over one another. The blue door opened to my left, revealing a goth girl who stomped her way in. She doesn't look happy. She's mad. Macy was her name. Macy was heading toward me. I remembered this, and I never wanted to. I hated every memory concerning this. Take me away. I hate it here. This isn't my happy place. Her breath was near my face. Her blue-shined black hair took away my sight from each side. Her glasses were all I saw above me. Her eyes pierced through mine. Her voice sounded hurt but she was not the one who got directly hurt. I hurt someone she knew. At least that was what she implied. Everyone in the classroom heard it.

"You think you could get away with it," she yelled at my face.

Then I remembered: our music teacher was not in the room yet. She had plenty of time to enjoy every dying moment.

"You're not gonna say anything about it?" She tried to force me to talk.

I never said anything. I kept silent, and I kept to myself. At that moment, no one knew the story from my side. No one could have defended me if they wanted to.

"You cheated on my friend! How could you?"

It wasn't just the feeling of being scared. I was embarrassed as well. I never liked being the center of attention good or bad.

"You're not even defending yourself? You admit it, don't you? You're over here cheating on him while he's on the other side of the world."

Please, stop talking to me. Get away from me.

"And then I hear you were cheating somebody else with Evan. How clueless do you think he is?"

GET AWAY FROM ME!

"You're a piece of shit. You don't deserve to be with any of them!"

I knew right there that we weren't friends anymore, but I didn't care at all. All I cared about was getting out of there. I felt uncomfortable and I never dared to speak up at the time. I dug my nails onto myself without anyone noticing. I felt a thousand eyes on me. I felt like every single move I made I was being watched. I never intended for any of it to happen. Maurice maybe, but not to Grian nor Evan.

It was summer break. How was I supposed to know that Maurice moved to South Carolina? School started once again and months later I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed someone near me, and Grian was there. I was never supposed to be with Evan. I hated being with him; it was just out of pity and out of annoyance.

How could I say anything after Macy stormed off?

It was nothing but humiliation. I still had a few close friends left to talk to at the time. I had more, but only a few of them were close. Those were the only ones who knew the truth. I couldn't stand myself.

Get me out of this nightmare...