Sugar

Painful Failure

After lunch, I went out into the courtyard for a bit. Looking around, I saw no Rick. I saw no Kerry. Thank goodness. I haven't seen them outside for a while. I was suddenly pulled back and tripped to the ground. Kerry... He yelled, "So! I haven't seen you in a while, no name!" I turned my face away so that I didn't have to look at him. Rick kicked the side of my head. I groaned in pain, weakly yelling, "STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE!" They just laughed, as for everyone else watching, half laughed, one fourth backed away, and another fourth yelled at them to either stop, or yell fight fight fight. Rick punched me dead in the face, and Kerry kicked my side. I screamed. They stopped, smirking at me. I caught my breath. Rick said, "Watch your back, because we're coming for you." They laughed more as they walked off. I layed there on the ground, looking into the sky. I saw a hand reach down for me. I knew it was to help, so I grabbed it. It pulled up, revealing Lisa. I turned away, frowning, tears rolling down my face. Lisa made me look at her. She said, "U. I would've helped you earlier, but I came in on the end of the fight. I think I'm the only one who cares that your alive." I hugged her tight, and buried my face into her shoulder, sobbing. She rubbed my back to make me feel comfortable. That day when I got home, I went strait to my room. I grabbed medicines from the bathroom and a knife. I sat down on my bed, sobbing more. What else am I to do than get rid of all the pain? I looked at the bottle of medicine again. Wait a minute... This isn't medicine. This is candy. Why is candy in a medicine bottle?! What the crap?! I don't care what it is, if it'll help me die, then I'll take it. But how is candy gonna help me with death? I heard a voice in my head. It yelled at me, "Why would you wanna die?!?! Why?! You have many things to live for! Lisa! Donald! Wait, Don sucks... Friends! A life with a woman later! Love! Everything else!" But what about the things that I want to kill myself because of? Kerry. Rick. Donald. All the kids at school. Teachers. School. Beatings. Bruises. So many things... I grabbed the knife and quickly cut down my left arm without screaming. Just sobbing. I carved letters into my right arm, saying, "I AM A VICTIM" Crying my lungs out, I stabbed my shoulder, hoping I'd die. I layed there, finally screaming. I was home alone anyways, so no one would be able to help me now. I passed out.