I don't even know why I'm typing this, like, who cares, right? But I’m just… I’m still sitting here. In this little box. It smells like old books and feet. I probably should have left ages ago but my legs won’t work. My whole body feels heavy, like someone poured cement in my veins or something. And my eyes sting. Like, REALLY sting. And my throat feels scratchy and tight, like I swallowed a bunch of fuzz balls. So, okay. What happened. Today. It was the science thing. The big one. The midterm. And I thought I was ready. I really did. I stayed up for like, three nights straight, drinking those energy drinks that make your heart feel like a hummingbird stuck in a cage, you know? And I read everything. All the stupid chapters about atoms and molecules and whatever else. My brain felt fried but I kept going. Because I HAD to. This was the one. If I messed this up… well. The test started and my hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the pencil. And then I looked at the first question. And it was just… words. Not even words I recognized. Like, it was English, but it wasn't making any sense. My stomach did this flip, like when you go over a huge bump in a truck too fast. And I tried to breathe. My chest felt so tight. Like someone was sitting on it. I skipped that one. And the next. And the next. And then I got to a really easy one. Like, SUPER easy. And I couldn’t remember the answer. It was just gone. Poof. Like my brain got wiped clean. And that’s when it started. The feeling. That hot, buzzy feeling behind my eyes. And the way my vision got blurry, like I was looking through dirty water. I just stared at the page, trying to make the letters stop wobbling. I knew I couldn't cry. NOT here. Not in front of everyone. There’s like, thirty other kids in here. And Mr. Henderson is always walking around, super quiet, like a predator or something. If he saw me… he’d probably think I was a total idiot. And then he’d tell my parents. Or, worse, he’d give me that pity look. Like he feels bad for me. I HATE that look. I can’t stand it. So I just squeezed my eyes shut. REALLY tight. And I told myself, NO. No crying. Not now. Not ever. So I just sat there. Until the bell rang. And everyone got up, shuffling their papers and talking all excited about how hard it was or how easy it was or whatever. And I just stayed put. Like a statue. And Mr. Henderson had to come over and tap my desk and say, "Are you alright, [my name]?" And I just mumbled something, I don't even know what. And I grabbed my bag and practically ran out. And I came here. To this dumb little box. In the back of the library where no one ever goes. Except for me, I guess. And I’ve just been sitting here. For hours. My butt is numb. And my head hurts. And that feeling. It’s still there. That pushing, pressing feeling in my chest. Like it’s trying to break out. I just keep telling it to stop. Just STOP. Because if I start… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop. And then everyone will know. Everyone will know I’m a failure. And that I can’t even do the simple stuff. And then what’s the point? If I can’t even pass one stupid science test, what’s the point of anything? My dad always said I had to be strong. Had to be tough. And my mom just… she wants me to do well. So bad. She works so hard. And now… now I’ve just messed it all up. For nothing. I just want to disappear. Really. Just… poof. Gone. And no one would ever have to know.