"Britanie... Britanie Buchanan," a voice from the intercom announced. "Please report to the peer counselor's office immediately."The announcement disturbed sub-consciousness as Britanie raised her head from the desk to the empty classroom. She wore an expression that stated clearly she couldn't care less."What the hell do these people want with me again," she grumbled beneath her breath, rising blandly from the seat to march firmly through the doorway. She was dying inside. Over the past four years her world had turned from white to black then gray but at the moment she had no clue what shade it took. She had wished for her last day on earth so many days with those years and today its fulfillment was her only desire.Britanie sauntered towards the door of the peer counselor's office and knocked it. Miss Wells purposefully rose from her desk and came to the door to let her in. "It's nice to see you today Britanie, have a seat," her voice was warm and graceful but Britanie became irritated the moment she saw the woman's lit face."Thank you," she responded flatly, sitting like a stone in the chair. The counselor resumed her seat."Britanie,you know why we're here, right? Your aura has been sending shockwaves to your companions and also a number of your teachers. Do you wish to confide in me today?" Miss Wells posed in her most soft appealing tone."If I can recall clearly, I've been in here last week Monday, Wednesday of that week and now today Tuesday," her irking was again blooming. "Miss Wells, I'm fine. If I had something to talk about , I would," she pasted eagerly."There're times when we have something to say but we're not sure if we should say it or even more frighteningly, who to share it with but these are the things that eat at our souls.""I said I would, if I had something to say," Britanie interjected ardently."Okay sweetie but know for sure that the doors are opened to you at any hour of the day," the counselor console amidst the surprising blurt."Thank you very much," Britanie found her composure. "I'll always keep that in mind."Britanie got up instantly from the table and hasted from the office. School was dismissed but she didn't want to go home. Sitting on an outside bench, she retrieved her cellular phone to ring her cab but instead, dialled her best friend's number.If ever she found herself disclosing her suppression, it had to be with Jessana. The phone rang without picking up, and a second time without an answer. The failure walled her eyes once more. When the burn got intense, she scooped up her belongings and treaded off to the staff's restroom.*****Jessana exited the shower and rushed towards the phone she heard ringing earlier. When she recognized the missed calls were both from Britanie, she redialled immediately. "Hi Brit..." The line was opened but there was no response as two rolls chased disobediently down Britanie's cheeks. Jessana could hear her sobbing in the background. "Britanie? Britanie! What's wrong, where are you? she stuttered."I'm here," Britanie whispered, "I'm going to kill that man, that bastard! That... son of a bitch!" she steamed. Jessana rose from the spot she was sitting on the bed and started pacing the floor with one palm wide opened."Brit please, promise me you won't do anything stupid. I'm coming over now," she hastened to say."I'm not," Britanie stumbled on the thought of finally opening up, "It's okay Jessana, I'm still at school.""No, I'm coming over as soon as you get in. Promise me you'll call your cab when you get off the phone," Jessana demanded heatedly. "We need to have a conversation in person and... word for word."It was time; full time to vomit it out. Heedlessly, Britanie promised her best friend. There and then she wished only if she would lock herself away in her cubicle forever. Like a pack of card, desires were assembled; ready to be decked out on life's table but fate wouldn't have it to be as rage gave birth to wretchedness.