I got up, ignoring the constant yelling of my name. I keep allowing myself to be affected by their words. I let them get to me, and the more I keep running away, the more I prove that their words bother me. I am such an emotional coward. 

I ran as fast as I could to the nearest bathroom that I could find. My eyes were blinded by the fresh tears, and everything around me looked blurry. I could barely make out where I was going, so I wiped them away.

I can't allow myself to cry, not now. All she did was ask me a question, but it felt like a sword made its way through my stomach. They don't know it, but that one simple question hit me hard, harder than they would ever realize.

The endless turns, from left to right, seem like I was in a never-ending maze. I had no idea where I was going, I felt like I was going in circles, until finally, I found one. I opened the door like my life depended on it, and entered the girl's bathroom. The best part about it, was that there wasn't a girl in sight, a big coincidence. I'm so petty. Why am I acting like it's all their fault?

I can't take my anger out on them, right?

No. I wasn't mad at them. I found the culprit staring back at me from the reflection in the mirror. I despise her very existence, and I was angry with her, not them. She did this to me, she was the one who let my emotions cloud my mind. She's looking back at me, her eyes full of regret, fear, and most of all .. lies.

It was me, the girl in the trapped glass, the one staring at me. She makes me sick, I make me sick.

I stared at myself in the mirror, staring at the so called "new me." Dried tears leaving long streaks down my cheeks until it reached the tip of my chin. The brown wig all messy from running around like an idiot.

Glaring at myself only made me want to scream. My whole face was a lie, everything about me was a lie.

What's with the wig and eye contacts?

They help me hide the monster that I am. I trapped the lies within my disguise and I'm not letting them out. This disguise keep all the guilt locked away, but somehow, that key seems to get broken every time my emotions waver.

But, if only someone knew what happened.. would they understand? Would they think I had a good reason? Would they tell me, that I was right to be upset?

No. Of course not. They can't possibly know any of that though. I can't let this bother me.

Did you hear about that murder?

Why did you keep the gun!?

But it was too late, I let it bother me anyways, and it was starting to get worse.

A random guy gotten killed.

They are going to be looking for the culprit.

I started to hyperventilate. I felt like I lost all breathing in my lungs.

What's with the disguise!?

You're lucky they don't know who it is yet.

"I know." I said painfully. I put my hands on my head, as every word came flowing back to me from the memory of each day.

You run.

You might as well give up the act Hinata.

"Stop it!"

'You are a murderer.'

"SHUT UP!"

I screamed. I had to, if I didn't then it wouldn't have stopped. I probably would have died on the inside. My subconscious would have scolded me for the rest of my life.

Well.. it still would. It still is.

I guess it's true then: when you kill someone, it might change your life forever. You don't know how many times I heard that phrase in movies and tv shows. Never in a million years did I ever thought that I would be telling myself that now.

I set both my hands on the sink, letting my head hang low.

"I'm sorry." I said to the person I killed, probably laughing and watching me somewhere up in heaven.

"I'm so so sorry."

I cried, even though I said that I wasn't going to keep crying. But, I'll have to be crazy if I didn't, because I did commit my first crime.. my first murder.

"Sorry.. I'm so sorry."

I know that when I'm saying sorry that I really mean it, but right now, they feel so empty. I guess that's because I know that it doesn't matter now; it already happened. It's too late.

He's enjoying the pain I'm going through. He must love that I'm suffering. I don't blame him not one bit, I took away his life after all. He needs to see this. To see that his murderer is losing control over his death. To see that I actually feel really bad for what I did to him. To know that for a fact, that I am sorry, that I feel terrible about this.

The guilt, anger, and hatred, were feeding off my insides; eating my heart away. These three different feelings were tugging and pulling on my intestines, reminding me that they are there. Telling me that I won't ever forget them, that they were never going away.

"How can I make it right?"

Oh, how I desperately wanted the world to forgive me. I wanted something to forgive me. At least I know that I was wrong, that I made the wrong decision, that I can't undo what has been done. Nothing works that way though, you either did it, or you didn't. Life is based off your own actions, and no one forced me to pull that trigger.

I did it all on my own.

And then.. I ran from the scene. Yeah, Hanabi told me to run away, but she didn't force me to. I didn't have to leave home. I could have stayed and played innocent right? Another choice that I made on my own. I just hope my other choices are going to be good ones.

The bell rung, returning me to actuality. I forgot that I was still in school. I quickly turned on the faucet. I let the cold water fill my hands and washed my face, relaxing my nerves, my guilt.

I combed the wig with my fingers, taking out the fuzziness and knots. I've decided that it would be better to just go to the rest of my classes, so I could have a bit of a distraction.

But I doubt that would even work.