Suicide Note

After class I rush to the bathroom again. Normally I would not do this, but today is different. I do my normal bathroom thing, locking the doors and such, and then I run to the back stall.
And there is a new note.
I rip it off of the toilet and begin reading.

_____Look, I don't want your fucking help.
_____It's far too late for that. So just leave my
_____notebook here and everything will go
_____back to normal, okay?

I quickly write back.

--Please, let me help you.
--I understand that you are going through
--pain right now, but I can help. And no,
--my life will not go back to normal,
--not after this.

I leave the bathroom and wonder around the halls for a few minutes. I try to not speak to anyone during that time. And then just before class, a get back to the bathroom. There is a new note.

_____You want to help me? Bull shit!
_____Oh dear, have I called your bluff?
_____My FUCKING BAD!
_____Just because you have read my
_____journal doesn't change the way you
_____feel, or have ever felt about me. It just
_____has made you see what kind of
_____shit I have gone through. You're
_____one of those snotty fucking preps,
_____huh? You have never given a fucking
_____damn about me.
_____I WANT MY FUCKING JOURNAL BACK!

I gasp. What a bitch.
Wait, what?
Did I seriously just call her a bitch? That is exactly what this girl is talking about. Oh my God. I am a monster!
I write back.

--I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. And
--you're right. Mostly.
--I do care about you, Girl. I do, and I have
--in the past as well.

And that was that.

After the next class, I run back to the bathroom. I think my friends think I have a bladder problem. I read the next note, and feel terrible afterwards.

_____You care about me?
_____You have cared about me?
_____Than tell me my name.