wrong story ..

They sit behind me .

Always whispering & talking

he says to her "go slit your wrists"

"drink bleach emo bitch"

"go die its not like anybody would care "

I try to stand up for her I try to say something

than finally ...

"maybe I will , your right no one will care."

oh wait ..

this is written all wrong

the people having a conversation aren't the people sitting behind me

the conversation is between me & the demon inside me..