It was a few months ago. The stupid thing I did. Parties. I hate parties. Why did I go there?

Maybe, it was because I needed to get out of my stupid house. Away from the yelling, away from it all. Do something different. Why did I want to change what I did? It was all going fine. How could I’ve been so stupid?

I was feeling depressed. I guess that’s what they say. Drinking the punch. Cup after cup. Then following him into a room.

We just sat on that bed. Nothing happened. But then, the wooziness came. Everything felt like it was spinning. I blacked out.

I woke up him with over me. He was trying to wake me up. He was worried. But they saw it completely wrong.

I just ran out. Ran out of their little world. Let the rumors simmer till the boiling point.