I scratched at my wrist gently pulling down the sleeve of my "punks not dead" sweater. I walked threw the hallway with my head down clutching my books to chest for dear life. Quietly I walked into my class not looking at the teacher or the other classmates, they were all hated. I sat down in my desk and tried my hardest to be invisible; the teacher didn't call on me once. This was my routine for today sitting down and not making a single noise, being invisible, unseen, unheard, uncared about. I walked to my bus and sat in my seat alone and listened to music the whole way home.
"Hey kid" I looked up and faked a smile
"Hello rental unit"
"Im going to the post office okay? I'll be back in a few minutes" and just like that they were gone.
I ran upstairs throwing my gir book bag on the floor and ran to the family safe
"18-21-12" I mumbled as I turned the dial and "click" the treasure was mine. A silver 25 cal pistol was my reaping for the day, I wasted no time going back to my room never to be one for theatrics I sat on my bed put it to my head held my breath and pulled the trigger. A dull click was the my only companion
"Teh fuck?" I stood up and checked the gun, safety's still on. I rolled my eyes how stupid of me I took off the safety checked the gun for bullets and sat back down. I pressed the gun to my temple
"In with a bullet" I whispered pressing the trigger slightly "out with the hearts"
Bang
I had a bit of a fit yesterday so I wrote this. Yeah...im a bit troubled but it all makes for great writing! The reason this is in first person is because I believe any of the characters had the capability to kill them selves. I didn't want to label them so you can choose who you want it to be.