I sat at my desk in school wondering what it would be like if I stabbed myself through the heart with that guys extremely sharp pencil. Death by writing utensil. A thought that drew a smile on my face.
Ugh that stupid noise. A noise that interrupted the only thought that made me smile today.
I concentrate a bit harder, but it is only clear to me that the sound comes from the front of class. I look up.
“RRrrruhh. RRraaayy.”
My brain starts to work in time to hear the teacher call my name for, what I could tell by her tone was, the fifth time.
“Rain! Is it that hard for you to focus? Did you pay thousands of dollars to daydream in my classroom?” I stared at her. “I dont care what you do in your spare time, but you WILL read your part of the class essay while you are in fact IN my classroom.”
I rolled my eyes and read what I thought was a good 3 paraghraphs. When I was done, I looked up to find her shaking her head at me.
“Must you always write such grim stories? Poetry, Research papers…..class assignments. For God’s sake, Rain. The story was about elves and mythical creatures, but youve already killed off the main character. Class do you not agree?” I looked around as the class rolled their eyes and expressed their discontemptment. She continued. “Ironic for a psycho to major in psychology.” The class snickered and giggled.
I could’ve burned a hole into that guys pencil during the rest of the class. “So…sharp..i’ve never seen anything sharper in my life”, I thought to myself.
I was jolted out of my trance by a hand gripping the pencil. I watched as he gave me a disgusted look before walking out of class. I picked up my backpack and reached for my binder. I saw a girl staring at the scars on my arm from across the classroom. In a hurry now, i quickly grabbed my things and bolted toward the door. She bumped me violently.
“Psycho”, she whispered.
IÂ rushed to my car and barely closed the door before i started crying on my steering wheel.
I traced the scars on my arms and pulled up my skirt to trace the scars on my thighs…”Psycho”
7 comments
Rain Alicia,
all i can say is i’m sorry hope it’s gets better.
Thank you…really.
Why do you let those guys push you around like that? That stare girl simply needs a good damn punch. The key is not to show you fear. Cause once they notice it, they get tempted to bully you. Or you should try to be more ignorant if you can’t help it. After all, your not a psycho.
I’m a boxer. I…I couldve easily killed that girl..but is it worth getting kicked out of college? I sit in class and think about killing myself. I do write gruesome stories..i cant say that makes me as sane as everyone else. If i get bullied to a certain extreme, then i’ll take some kind of action, but right now, i cant get angry at any of them for not understanding…
Thats horrible. They all are ignorant. Rise above them.
You seem to value something in life. Something, like college. Then why would you contemplate killing yourself. That will kick you out of your life.
I love gruesome stories. I once wrote a story about my own death. If only it could come true someday.
Thats a sad story. I hope your ok.