I still feel like I'm going to die in this place.
But until then, I will be holding vigils and watching my back. It's necessary, I ditched my pocket knife at the airport, but I have a machete. It won't stop a bullet, but I think I need it tonight.
I don't know what to do. Whenever I talk to my dad or my mom about running away again, they simple say that I can't. That it's just not gonna happen. I think it's possible, but I still have my concerns. My family has this influence, and it could be my downfall.
I feel as if my doctors, my family, this entire town, knows about me.
They say it takes a village, it's likely that many people know where I live.
I'm not able to freely eat, sleep, shid, or shower. It's just a waiting game.
Waiting for the one who puts a bullet into my head.
It could happen tonight, or a month from now.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.