Chapter 1: The Hallway
The sound of a marker scraping against skin is unforgettable—harsh, dry, and humiliating.
I stood pressed against the lockers at Northwood High, weak from months of treatment, my head bare. I just wanted to be invisible.
But Tyler and his friends had other plans. Laughter filled the hallway. Phones came out. Jokes followed.
An administrator noticed… and walked away.
That silence hurt more than anything.