The tears fell down my cheek, the pain throbbing in my chest. I suddenly couldn’t breath, I felt vulnerable and not in control. I couldn’t control it, _I couldn’t hide my emotions any longer. _

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People’s voices sounding in the background while the pain became getting worse, I panicked and couldn’t barley catch my breath. I ran out of the library, I didn’t have a choice, I needed to leave, it was only worse.

My sweatshirt soaked, and my eyes red and puffy. I was a sore token, my heart broke. In that moment, watching my dad get killed hurt me—physically and mentally. But being embarrassed, in front of the whole school—about it—was worse.

“Are you okay?” I heard a voice appear.

“No I whispered,” _And ran. No where to run, cornered, but i still somehow left. _

I had no one to turn to, I was _alone_.

No one to call on, no one I could back up, just no one.