Alexander

I’m out! Yay!

The nurses let me leave the day before New Year’s Eve. I had never been happier.

Anyway, yesterday was my first day back at school. Actually, it was everyone’s first day back after vacation. I got a few hugs, but not many. I guess people are still mad.

I heard some kids say “Oh, he’s back,” or things like that. But no one really asked me how it was or anything. And I’m pretty sure they all know where I was. It was probably a rumor that started, which was actually true.

My teachers welcomed me back with stacks of missed work. I wonder if they knew where I was. I had a lot of catching up to do.

I bet a lot of things happened while I was gone. Was Savannah still mad at me?

Speaking of her, my black eye is gone. I guess a over a month at the mental hospital fades your bruises. But not your pain.

They thought it would help me, but they were wrong. I still slit my wrists. And my legs. Its just easier to hide in the winter. Pants and a long sleeved shirt, and nobody knows. Perfect.

At school, we were learning things I’ve never even seen. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing, accept me. The teachers didn’t even bother to explain it to me. They said it was my fault I was gone, and my responsibility to learn it on my own.

I think they’re forgetting what their job is. Teacher. To teach.

Hadley teachers suck. Honestly. They’re the worst.

My mom was happy to see me, but my dad seemed disappointed. Actually, all he said was ‘welcome back’, and I haven’t seen him since. He probably went to the hotel down a few streets down. Sometimes he buys nights “just in case”, and sometimes the hotel manager calls our house to see if he’s coming by. That’s how many times he’s gotten mad at me.

Instead of beating me or screaming at me like some parents, he just walked right out the door. I think one day he’ll walk right out, but not back in.

My mom hides her emotions with a smile, but I can see she’s worried about my dad. They argue a lot.