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.
