I walked down the hall, their eyes boring a hole into my skull. I refused to let them see my fear though. I could stand many things. I was ok with them hating me, but I would never them pity me or try to sympathize with me. How could they sympathize? they didn't know the truth. they only knew the twisted obscure rumors. I couldn't blame them though. I mean, I sure wasn't going to tell them the truth and neither was he. Ugh, he even the thoughts of him were-well thought- in distain. A vision flashed in my mind one that often haunted my dreams if that's what u could call them. My hands quickly reached to the back of my head and touched the six stitches across my neck I shuddered. I had reached my locker. I kept my eyes in front of me. I muttered a hello to anyone who was stupid or brave-whichever u prefer-enough to speak to me. I was the the fallen angel, yesterdays news ,she whos story shall not be known.