"Ummmm… I've been places?" I say, even though it comes out more like a question.
"Did you just sneak out? Already?!" Adam says.
"What?! No!" I say.
"Then what are you doing out here?" He asks.
"I was coming out for some fresh air Adam." I say.
"Ok." He says before going back into the house.
I let a sigh of relief exit my mouth. I jump up to my window and grasp hold of it. I sling myself in and look around. I never really paid attention when I was getting ready for that party. The room looked so much the same as when I left. Actually it was the EXACT same as when I left. My old family pictures still on the wall. I walk over to examine them. Each one had a smiling family. Each one was also had at least one person with a fake smile too. Every picture I was in I was 'smiling' when really I wanted to cry.
I turn away from the pictures and go over to my untouched desk. I see a blue notebook laying there and open it up. As I lift it up notes go falling to the floor. I crouch down and pick them up. I open the first one while sitting on my bed. Half-done I was already in tears. One of the reasons I left in the first place. No one knew I was being bullied at school. It got really bad when I started to cut… That is when part of the good me died. The other part died not too long after. That day… The day I left four years ago…