Post by Heavens Whispers on Feb 10, 2016 3:47:01 GMT -8
Why do we bully? Why do we feel the need to make another feel so badly about themselves that they no longer feel safe, wanted, or cared for? Or worse, make them feel like there is only one way to escape the anguish, the torment, the pain... Is there some sort of sick satisfaction that people get out of attacking another person until they break?
I look at my journal, the writing resembling chicken scratches with words blotched out due to tear drops. I jump just as the alarm clock goes off, time for school. But I won't be going, will I? No, instead, a kitchen coffee mug sits empty in my palm, the porcelain is cool to the touch. I turn slightly to the left, where my laptop is turned on, ready for me to begin. I take a deep breath as I stare into the camera lens, already recording, I speak with a slight tremble. "I understand why everyone hates me so much now, because now I hate me too. I am just like what the people call me at school: worthless, a waste of space, pathetic... Even a whore, though I am still a virgin...” I pause to calm myself, the weeps and cries begging to come out but I refuse to let them. "I don't know what I did to deserve such aggression... But I'm sorry." I can’t help it, I'm crying hard now, I can barely breathe as I try to make the words come together even though I know that the people watching and that will be watching, won’t care.
I take the bottle of Drano, and bring it to the cup, pouring the liquid slowly and then return the bottle to the desk. I look at the camera, "So I'm saying goodbye. So many of you have said that the world would be better off without me... And I believe you."
My mother, my sweet, sweet mother, walks in. Her face turns white, her eyes widen, focusing on the bottle of drain cleaner on my desk and then the mug in my hand... and she screams. She hugs me, and just screams; her cries of "why?" were deafening as my dead body laid limp in her arms, blood bubbling from my lips and my eyes forever fixed on the ceiling, revealing nothing of the torment that my life had become.
I look at my journal, the writing resembling chicken scratches with words blotched out due to tear drops. I jump just as the alarm clock goes off, time for school. But I won't be going, will I? No, instead, a kitchen coffee mug sits empty in my palm, the porcelain is cool to the touch. I turn slightly to the left, where my laptop is turned on, ready for me to begin. I take a deep breath as I stare into the camera lens, already recording, I speak with a slight tremble. "I understand why everyone hates me so much now, because now I hate me too. I am just like what the people call me at school: worthless, a waste of space, pathetic... Even a whore, though I am still a virgin...” I pause to calm myself, the weeps and cries begging to come out but I refuse to let them. "I don't know what I did to deserve such aggression... But I'm sorry." I can’t help it, I'm crying hard now, I can barely breathe as I try to make the words come together even though I know that the people watching and that will be watching, won’t care.
I take the bottle of Drano, and bring it to the cup, pouring the liquid slowly and then return the bottle to the desk. I look at the camera, "So I'm saying goodbye. So many of you have said that the world would be better off without me... And I believe you."
My mother, my sweet, sweet mother, walks in. Her face turns white, her eyes widen, focusing on the bottle of drain cleaner on my desk and then the mug in my hand... and she screams. She hugs me, and just screams; her cries of "why?" were deafening as my dead body laid limp in her arms, blood bubbling from my lips and my eyes forever fixed on the ceiling, revealing nothing of the torment that my life had become.