'She doesnt know anything about me.' I mutter to no one in particular.
Alex looks at me, sort of incredelousy and I glare back.
'I know she knows everything about me, Alex!' I almost shout at him. 'Of course she does, shes an angel. But she still doesn't understand. She should understand. I've had a bad past, and no hope of a good future.' I sigh and pull my legs up onto my seat, curling into a ball.
I sit like that for a while, sometimes rocking back and forth, sometimes wth my eyes shut, sometimes looking at the seat infront of me. But not crying, I can't cry. I try, by opening up my memories and letting the waves of pain wash over my body,but still I don't cry.