Cole Gibsen

It was a single line amid a wall of hate. It barely made a difference.But it was a start__nd that was all that mattered.

If Amber kept up her act forever, it would only be a matter of time before the broken pieces of her real self were too small to ever be put back together. I didn__ know what happened to people once they were unfixable. I only hoped I never had to find out.

Why do you do it, Amber? Why do you go after people like you do? It__ not who you are.___hat__ the point,_ Amber said. ____ not allowed to be who I really am.

Whenever someone says some- thing about us, it gets written inside us, permanently. The good words, the ugly words, it__ all right here._ I placed a palm against my chest. __ure, you can scribble out the words or try to paint over them, but beneath the layers of paint and ink, they__e still there, branded to our cores like initials carved in a tree.

Don__ you think it__ sad some people are only remembered by the graffiti about them on the bathroom stalls?