I don't know when it started but things just seemed to take too much effort or were it that I didn't want to put the effort in? Either way very few people noticed. The few that did were a couple of my teachers, though there wasn't much they could do. In the end it was the music teacher who helped me live for those four years of high school. To my teachers I say thank you and sorry.
Sorry that I'm a coward and the life before me was requiring more effort than I was willing to put in. I chose the easiest way not to have to do that.
His hands shook as he read the small note scribbled with a red pen on a blank piece of paper. It came in the mail addressed to him at the school; two days after he had read of her death in the paper. Letting the note drop to his desk he stared at the paper. Memories of the years he had taught her, consoled her, calmed her, watch her punch her hands raw while crying, her graduation and the stunning dress she wore that night. Burying his head in h