"I am not willing to tell you who I am." I mumbled, looking away from the 27 pairs of eyes simply staring at me. What can I say? It's overwhelming being the center of attention, right?

   "Come on, please Crybaby? I know you can do it." replied my teacher, annoyance hinting at her voice.
   I never participated-or spoke in general-at school.
   You would understand if you're a shy kid. How you get judged. How people make assumptions about you. The looks you get. All of these minor things contribute to the main idea-shyness.
  I could feel my heart pounding, hell-I could hear it- and that was when I knew It was over. I charged out the classroom, with nothing but the clothes on my back.

   "No one really needs to know who I am right?" I told myself. I slowed my pace to a walk. No one was after me.

Or at least, that's what I thought. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Ms. Walker approaching me.

"Come on Crybaby, a lot of kids probably want to get to know you." She began, using that voice you use when you speak to puppies.

"I don't care!" I screamed while some kids came to see what all the commotion was. I sprinted down the hall to my locker and opened it with ease. Scanning my locker, I finally found what I was looking for-my knife, which was hidden under a bunch of tests that were flooded with red pen. Some call it creepy to keep a knife in your locker, I calm it practical. You never know when you'll need to use it, just saying. I whipped around only to see a silhouette of a person. I immediately threw the knife, watched it spiral, and right before the knife entered his chest I realized who I was about to murder,

I felt a sting in both my eyes and my heart as I tears began to slide down my checks while I wrapped my mind around the fact that I had just murdered my boyfriend, Blurryface.

(A/N- How about that twenty øne piløts reference? No hate intended towards TØP-I LOVE their music-I just ship BlurryBaby :) )