From Bad to Worse

Should I read it? What if it says something horrible about praising my father again?

Curiosity wins me over, and I hold my breath as I open it up.

You didn't respond back, my heart is wounded. I couldn't find those that ruined your locker. Don't worry, Ariella. I won't give up so easily. They'll end up just like those your father ended. We have plenty of time to play.

My chest starts to ache. I close my eyes and breath deeply through my nose. The memories threaten to return, and bile rises in my throat. I don't recognize the bell going off as I slam the locker shut. I draw attention from those nearby, and they whisper among themselves. I run to the bathroom, the door slamming against the wall. The girls inside that are checking their makeup jump, and glare when they see it’s me.

“You don’t look so good, Psycho.” A girl with brunette hair smirks at me. I ignore her and close the door to the open stall.

The coff