The Tragic End To A School Boy’s Final Year

Hello.. my name throughout this story.. will remain unknown for personal reasons.. im a male.. im 16, .. And in my final year at Secondary school..

It all started as a normal day.. i was talking to my .. What i would of though 2 bestest friends at that point, .. We normaly went to dinner, and walked down to the bench we always sat at each lunch time, .. But they both walked off, .. Up to the far north of the playground, to the big tree, (At this big tree, is where the smokers tend to hang around, and some old friends from previous years) .. The leader of the gang. (Who’s name will be unknown) .. And his boys, .. Along with My 2 ‘bestfriends’ .. Walked down to me, .. One of the ‘Bestfriends’.. Looked as if he was about to cry.. Bearing in mind, i’ve knew them all for a pretty long time.. 3 – 4 years, .. Enough to have my trust in them.. we’ve always vowed to be loyal.. and look after eachother.. as true friends do..

But the leader confronted me, .. asking me several questions.. of what i’ve supposedly done.. In wich i had’nt.. this aroused my suspicions.. that someone was talking behind my back.. telling other people lies, to get me into trouble.. Some examples: .. ‘ I bullied one of my friends’ .. ‘I tored the leaders coursework up in college (Wich they found the day after) .. and the final one, ‘I had told someone that 2 black boys They said one of my friends, would get battered by someone else’..

Days went by.. and the lies and rumours went around, without me knowing, .. Another gang, (There all black and quite dangerous) Caught word of the rumours.. and lies, .. Then THEY got involved..

As my 2 ‘Friends’ .. Walked off, to different people.. the same people they was walking off too, begun to confront me. asking me why i was being a bully..

By now.. i had grown tired of being asked the same question.. and giving the same reply, ..

Its got to the point, i walk into school.. and i feel insecure.. and i have nobody to turn too.. I dont want to tell teachers.. because they would make things worser.. but teachers would fail to see it..

I’ve told my parents.. my mom’s worried.. and my dad doesnt take much notice..

Also.. to make this pain worser.. The one person in this world i loved.. more then anything else.. i had abused.. i mis-treated her.. and .. betrayed her many times.. we’ve been together for quite some time.. and been together .. 11 times or more.. .. I love her, and as im typing this i’ve begun to cry..

Im scared to suicide.. but if i dont.. the following week someone might kill me in a painful manner.. I dont know what to do.. and the insecurity is killing me.. Im 16.. In my final year.. i dont want to live this year looking constantly over my shoulder.. waiting to be beat up.. or stabbed to death.. i want a solution.. If you have one.. please message me.. comment this.. anything.. your changing a young boys mind from death.. giving him a second chance in life.. and i thank you from the bottom of my Soul.. all i want to do is to make things right.. And hopefully obide by the promise i made the love of my life.. in wich was to die by her side.. .. So please.. any advice. or views on this story/cry for help.. anything is welcomed.. and for those who’ve took time to read this.. i All i can do is say thank you..