I spent the rest of Vacation in my room, people knocked on my door and called my phone. The only time I moved was when I needed to go to the bathroom and when I needed to eat. I think it was because tomorrow would mark the two ano anti-anniversary of my mom's death.
Seth was worried sick. I listened to his voice mails and read his text messages, but I didn't reply to any. My room was starting to get stuffy so I got up and opened my window. The breeze felt nice on my skin so I pulled my chair over to the window and just stared out. I saw Seth walking towards my house with a pained look on his face. A girl walked up to him,who looked like Sierra, she ran up to him and kissed him.I gasped so loud, it felt like the wind was being knocked out of me. Seth grabbed her arms, I guess to pull her closer. I felt the tears stream down my face. I climbed back in cama and cried myself to sleep.

I left for school early so I didn't have to talk to Seth on the way. I saw him standing at my locker.
"Hey" He said to and was going to give me a hug. I put my hand up and he looked at me confused.
"I don't think so" I said to him. He touched my arm but I yanked it away. I closed my locker and walked on to my class. I sat where I usually sat at during lunch,but making sure it wasn't near Seth. Kim seemed to notice something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" She asked me.
"It's nothing." I reassured her.
"Are you sure?" She asked. I shook my head yes. Seth came walking over and sat down seguinte to me. I got up and walked towards the bathroom. Seth followed me. I was standing against the mural when he came up to me and put his arms on the wall, locking me up in his on little "prison"
"Lanise,tell me what's wrong" He said with pleading eyes. I looked at him...like he didn't know.
"I saw you Seth...I saw you kiss her!!!" I yelled through clenched teeth. He looked at me and new what I was talking about.
"Lanise,I didn't kiss her..she kissed me!!" He said back. I couldn't believe him...I couldn't trust him anymore.
I looked him in the eyes tears streaming down my face."I'm sorry Seth...I can't do this anymore" He looked at me, confusion on his face.
"Do what?" He said.
"Us." His hands dropped and I grabbed my book bag and walked home.
When I entered the house. I walked in the cozinha and cried at the table. I didn't want to hurt anyone anymore...I caused too much pain and problems...my mom's death...our moving. Everyone would be better off without me. I walked over to a drawer, opened it and pulled out the sharpest faca and yanked it across my wrists.. everything went black and I felt no mais pain...