Somehow, Villian recovered quickly after the funeral. I saw her in the store twice after that. Two weeks after Lena was gone, Villian had the entire world believe she tried to do everything she could to save her.
She's a liar.
I have a video of what really happened. I have videos of everything.
No one would've believed an 8-year-old. Especially not a depressed 15-year-old boy who would reveal a video 7 years after a tragic accident? No one would buy it.
No one talks about her anymore. They might see her old articles on the school walls or online writing contests. If they're lucky, they'll piece together "Lena's Pond." and think of her.
No one notices me listening, but I hear how they talk.
No one knows my name, but they know who I am.
No one cares how I feel, but they care how I look.
No one cares what happened, but they care about the heroic story Villian came up with.
What kind of sick, twisted world is this?! How much more of this will I have to take? It's not fair, none of it! Why can't they see that every glance I catch, every whisper I hear, all the rumors that it was my fault, somehow might affect me?! They have the audacity to ask me why I'm so sad, why I'm so depressed! It's because of you, you incompetent hypocrite! You think I don't see you, your caked on makeup, your stupid clothes, your fake voices you use, the gum you chew just loud enough for everyone to hear, but not loud enough for the teachers to count it as a disruption, yet you think I'm weird for not socialising with you?! For not talking 24/7 in class?! For actually doing my work instead of going to parties every night?! For actually wanting to talk about her rather than act like it never happened, no matter how long ago!?