#WritcoRapidPrompt1
When I was in eighth through ninth grade I was surrounded by darkness. even when I smiled and laughed, always looked happy and carefree. i was in the dark, the light that was once there gone. i always questioned why I was alive, always wondered what reason could there be that has me here. I didn't belong, I didn't fit in, so why. by ninth grade I started to contemplate if I should be alive if I was just a waste of space to be filled by someone who belonged. every day when I walked home I just kept thinking and thinking. getting stuck so far into my thoughts that I didn't know when my...