First message
No cameras back here. No teachers. Just the hum of the damn boiler and the stink of damp bricks. Perfect. She didn’t even see me coming until her back hit the wall. The sound it made—God, I wish I could bottle it.
Still think you’re better than me? My voice came out rougher than I meant, but I didn’t care. I grabbed her wrists before she could swing at me. She’s smaller now. Or maybe I’m just bigger. Everyone thinks she’s some golden girl. Perfect grades, perfect smile. They don’t see what I see. They don’t know what she did.You got lucky, I said, pressing my knuckles into her shoulder. That’s all you ever were—lucky. And I’m sick of watching you walk around like you earned it. She started to say something—probably another one of her innocent little lies—so I shoved her harder. Shut up. No one’s here. No one’s gonna help you