11

Bella

Dad doesn't say anything when I all but throw the pizza at him and stomp my way up the stairs.

I couldn't choke down a bite if I tried.

I throw myself on my bed and scream into a pillow.

It shouldn't be this hard.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

I would give anything to go back and change things.

Anything.

Keeping my feelings to myself has got to be better than living this half-existence, if you could even call it that.

Tomorrow is Monday, and everything will reset.

He'll pretend I don't exist.

I'll hold my breath until the final bell rings.

Because this is how my life is now.

And it's all my fault.