Every night, I go to our local park to calm my thoughts. It's the only place where I feel this calmness I can't explain. One might even call it therapeutic. The cold air around me makes me relax, especially after a rather long day at school.

I didn't see Billy today, which was a strange thing. I'm not sure if he even came to school, which I don't complain about since it's made my day ten times easier. It's funny how not seeing one person for just one day can make everything seem better. I don't hate him. I don't hate anyone. I just want him to leave me alone. It's been a few days since he was last physical with me, and I want it to stay that way. I don't know how long I can enjoy that, though.

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Shivers ran down my spine when I heard muffled cries behind one of the trees here. Was it... somebody crying? Maybe they need help. I should check up on whoever is there. It could be a killer for all I know, but it's the right thing to do.

I went over to the source of the weeping, and I couldn't quite figure out who was there. I couldn't determine if it was a guy or a girl crying, for that matter.

"H-hello... is everything okay?" I asked cautiously.

The person sitting on the ground turned their head towards me, and I could feel my blood running cold as I saw the face of Billy himself.

This was probably going to be the end of me.