That's Not My Name

by Megan Lally

six-seven,

Their support is almost worse than the hatred. It’s made of nothing but guilt, and I’m not interested in their guilt. I have enough of my own.

Because that’s the level of evil that lived in him. The forever kind. The kind that tricks you into thinking he’ll always win.

You’re not Lola. No…I’m not.

I’m not okay yet, but I’ll survive today. I’ll survive the days to come. Somehow.