It was different for them than it was for me. For them they could just escape me, but how could I get away from myself? I was utterly doomed to stay me forever no matter what.
How could I go on pretending that I didn't do anything that would change people's live like that? I couldn't. I couldn't look in the mirror and say, I didn't do that.
Because that would only be lying to myself, and everybody else. How could I walk around in those same hallways that years before I had destoryed?
How could I go through each and every room pretending that nothing had happened? How could I look around the school and still not see the blood?
How could I be the one that did something so awful?
Before I killed her no one would give me a break. No one would stop to say hi or hello. No one. Not a single soul.
After I killed her people actually stopped to look at me, digust straight on their faces. I couldn't blame them, but I still muttered, Why me?