Honestly, it would've been wise to stop caring, to stop dying inside whenever I saw Roman and Logan.

Wise to stop thinking about how lonely I would be.

Wise.

Wise to cut my hair.

Wise.

Wise to be quiet.

Wise.

"Virgil?" Logan was with Roman.

"Oh, what?"

"Did you finish the geography homework?"

Crap.

"When's it due?"

"Right now."

We were late.

To geography.

"Crap."

I just sat there. The seconds ticking by.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

My hands shook nervously.

Tick.

I wanted to get up. To move. To prevent the inevitable.

Tick.

But all I could do was pray. And stress outta my mind.

Tick.

Because the seconds weren't gonna stop ticking.

They wouldn't stop passing me by because I wanted them to.

The teacher glared.

Crap.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.

Deep.

Deep breaths.

Breathe in.

Out.

Breathe in.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Black spots.

Falling.

Crap.

Black.

Silence.

Black threw my mind away.