I think we might've given your teachers and your parents an entire heart attack. 

We ran to the woods. I couldn't think of anywhere else I could go. I sit on the back of a tree. My back was nailed to the tree. 

"I'm evil. I've never realized how horrible I am. I've done terrible things." I say.

Justice.

"Revenge isn't the same."

I grip my head. I let out a scream. No wonder my parents left me. I'm dangerous. I'm evil.  I grip my head tighter. I bang it against the tree. I feel my phone buzz. Oh, I still have that. I take it out. It was Mom.

Answer it.

"And tell her what? I murdered people. I abused the woman Dad was sleeping with?" I let out a chuckle.

I hung up. No way, I'm not talking to her. 

No use beating ourselves up about this. We can only move forward.

"And how can we move forward knowing what we've done?" I say.

I stood up. I walked around in circles. I look to the horizon. I see a break in the hills. I walk toward it.