I walked into my new school, eyes cast downwards, not wanting to see anyone. I was sent here, to Black Rose Boarding School for the Emotionally Disturbed, by my twin brother Darryl, or Darry, we called him. He was scared I was an emotional train wreck. But I wasn’t, I knew exactly what I wanted. To die. It’s a simple request really, he was just being selfish. Dallas and Johnny were dead, so were mom and dad. Couldn’t he just let me go? I wished to be with them all, Mother, Daddy, Dallas, and little Johnny. It was a living hell being alone here. And he made it worse by sending me here. Where I was hopelessly alone, here where I was surrounded by people who wouldn’t understand the hell I feel no matter how well trained they were.
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