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uncontrollably, and so did I. I didn't even need to look around the gym. Pretty much everyone was either in shock or crying. It didn't matter if you knew him or not. He was a teenager like us. He could have been any one of us. I think that's what hit home. The fact that it took so little. One minute, it was school as usual. The next, we'd never be the same."

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    Teenage Revenge @TeenageRevenge
I wish we could turn back time
    ~Let's take a look at your followers. Hm, except for this one, they're all teenagers. Close to a thousand now. I bet you that dude's retweet helped since he had so many followers. That's awesome.~
    "What's so awesome about it?"
    ~Don't you like followers? Everybody likes followers.~
    "I don't care."
    ~Well, I do. Here, I'll tweak this. I want even more followers.~
    Teenage Revenge @TeenageRevenge
I wish we could turn back time #time #TimeTravel #regrets #sadness #heartbreak #teens #anger #mistakes #suicide #TeenSuicide #follow
    "I don't like your hashtags."
    ~Too bad. I tweeted it. You need to stop fidgeting. You were supposed to talk about Stanley. So, no more tweeting. Go.~
    "The whole day was a blur. I remember walking through hallways and everyone looked like a ghost, hunched over, quiet, wide open, glazed eyes. It was like a zombie movie set—eerily surreal. When I got to class, most of the kids were sitting in a circle holding hands. I'd never imagined all those kids coming together like that. You know, the jocks, the pretty girls, the nerds, the losers, all of us were doing the same thing: crying, holding onto each other, scared and completely shocked. Ahh...."
    ~Don't worry, I'm still holding your heart. It's lost a lot of blood, but your tears are helping to wash it away.~
    "Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Kelly, didn't really know what to say. She talked about pain and coping, but she barely held it together herself. In the end, she excused herself. Something about being a mom. She ran out of the classroom. One of the counselors came in later, but I really have no clue what he said to us. Like I said, the entire day was a blur. I didn't block it on purpose. I think everyone felt the same."
    ~I don't think you blocked it. It's a trick of the mind. Something like self-preservation or a shock absorber, if you will. It's a good thing.~
    "By the time I got home Mom already knew. She was bawling her eyes out. I've never seen her cry like that. It was weird. My mom didn't even know Stanley that well. I mean, she saw him a couple of times and maybe I mentioned him, but she never talked to him or anything like that. Yet, she was so out of it, she made me feel even worse. My whole world collapsed. I shut my bedroom door, and all I could think about was Stanley's death."
    ~What color is Stanley's death? ~
    "Brown. Dark Brown. Like mud and ashes and dried up blood all mixed together. That's all I saw around me. The dirt he was going to be buried in, the ashes he'd turn into, the blood that was pouring out of my heart just thinking about him. Ahhh...."
    ~Here, take the tissue. I'm holding your heart tightly. It's beating faster, but I think it's bleeding a little less now.~
    "My head was hurting like never before. I wasn't crying, I was howling. I didn't care if the whole world knew how horrible the pain inside me was."
    ~Death isn't pretty, is it? How does she look like to you?~
    "Scary."
    ~What color is scary? ~
    "Yellow. Bright yellow, almost gold."
    ~Yellow? Gold?~
    "It's so bright, it blinds you. When you're blind you can't see what scares you. If you can't see it, you're scared a little less."
    ~What else does she look like?~
    "I wrote about her the day Stanley died."
    ~Can I see it?~
    "Here, you can read this on your own."
    Her hollow eyes pierce through my mind, carving a void that grows within my fading self. She’s inching forward, drifting through, her indistinct body cloaking me in a soft haze, numbing my senses, weighing my eyes. A hissing hum escapes from her silent voice, sealing my ears from