I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.