Guilt

Tully stared at the pastel green ceiling of his room. Never before had it seemed so lifeless and dull. Memories of the incident flashed in his mind, as if it had happened just seconds ago. Images of the dare repeatedly replayed itself, reminding him of the guilt he felt. He had gotten himself into trouble solely for the sake of fitting in. Mother was upset, and he knew it was his fault. Maybe being different was alright, he shouldn't try so hard...
That dare. He heard the voice again, that voice.
"Hey Tully..."
"Umm... yes?" Tully was hesitant. They had never approached him before. …