IT

 I can't sleep once again. I don't get any rest at my house anymore. Lately I've been cutting class. I have a new hide out, a closet. It might be a little smelly, but it's comfortable. It is my own place where I can get away from everyone. My grades are down the drain, but I really couldn't care less. What's the point of getting good grades anyway? So that someday I can end up at a stupid job with co workers who secretly talk behind my back? I'll pass. I think I might consider dropping out and moving. I'd move so far from here, from this city, this state. I'd move so far from IT. IT is the reason for all of this. I have no friends because of IT. I can not speak because of IT. Everyone hates me because of IT! I wish everyone knew the truth. I wish people knew who he really was, what really happened that night... I wish I could just speak.

Silent Screams.