I screamed at the top of my lungs. "WHAT DO YOU WANT? Wasn't it enough with what I have gone through?!" They just stared back in silence. "Yeah, that's what I thought." It wasn't until later that I realized that they were genuinely scared of me. Everyone is getting away from me and they don't want to get involved with me in any way. Nobody talks to me anymore. Nobody looks at me anymore. I am alone again. I have died again.