That little episode at school got me in a whole lot of trouble.

Mr. Ben suspended me for a whole week, called my parents, and told me that after my suspension I'd be in detention for the next two weeks.

But the worst part about it? My mom didn't even say a word. She just looked at me sadly and shook her head, without a word. I honestly would've preferred it if she had yelled at me. It would never have hurt as much as the look she gave me. Dad seemed to be following her example, ignoring me and not saying a word.

I could tell now. They didn't want me anymore.

I don't know if I had noticed it much before. But sometimes I could see this look in my mom's eyes, as though she wished she had a child who could speak. Sometimes that look would say, why did it have to be me with the mute teenager? Why couldn't I just have a normal kid with actual friends and a normal life?

I don't know about Dad. He never really paid attention to me when I could talk. It was mostly just work, work, work, blah, blah, blah.

It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. Right now, I needed to talk to the one good thing in my life right now.

I stormed up the stairs to my room and found the journal. I hopped on my bed and started to write in it.

Tyler? Are you here?

No response. Well, he was probably at school or something.

If you're here, please talk to me. Nobody here cares about me. Not even my parents.

Still nothing.

I wrote again.

Tyler, what do you do when everyone in your life turns their back on you? What do you do if people lose faith in you? What do you do if no one loves or cares about you anymore?

I skipped a few lines.

What do you do if you lose faith in yourself?

Still no reply.

I covered my face and began to cry. Even when my only friend moved away, I had never felt more alone in my life. But as I rubbed more tears out of my eyes, I saw words appearing on the page that weren't mine.

You regain it. Don't focus on who's lost faith in you, but of who still do. Like me. I believe in you. And if no one else does, then they never did in the first place. When I was a child, no one liked me at all. My father was always working, my mother would always beg for attention from him, until she eventually gave up and OD'ed herself. Don't give up like she did, please understand that even though it may not look that way, there are people who love you.

Thank you Tyler. Thank you for being here for me.

Always, Cara.