I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.

I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.