It was another plain old mourning, wake up, and get ready for a long day of school, whilst my mums screaming "you're going to be late."
Today I take extra long, school just means people. I don't like most people. They always think they're smart, they enjoy hurting people. But they never stop to think about what the other person is going through. They never look the in thee eyes and see the pain hidden away from the rest of the world. But I still have to go, I have unfinished business.
When I get to school, mum says "bye" and "have a good day honey" then she drives down the road. The bell rings when I open the doors to school. I start to hear people whispering as soon as I get though the doors and I know that they are all about me. I see people pointing fingers but I pretend not to notice. It carries on for the rest of the day; it's been exactly like this, all the rumors and the comments for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure what I did to deserve all of this, but I'm pretty sure it was something bad.
When the bell rings at the end of the last period I wait as patiently as I can, when everyone has left I go out through the school gates, and make my way home. I hope that nobody is at home. I make my way up the sidewalk of my house.
I stop outside the door and look at the flowers in the garden; I look up at the sky. Finally I make my way in to the house. I'm all alone. I go up the stairs making sure I take extra time, taking in everything I can see. I'm calm. I find myself standing in the middle of my bedroom, facing towards the door. Then I see the knife I left there in the mourning, inside my robe pocket. Id found the knife in the attic a few day ago. Id hidden it from everyone, but tonight it wont be hidden, I look out of the window as I grab the knife. No one is at home yet.
I take deep breaths…everything will be ok. I hear my mums car pull in out at the front, so I have to hurry.
I count silently to myself…3...2…1. Then everything is over, no more pain, everything is gone. I hear something, it my mum. She's calling me. She's telling me to get my bag that I left on the table. I start to tell her that ill get it soon, but nothing comes out. Mu mums coming up the stairs with my bag in her hands. When she sees me lying their motionlessly on the floor, knife in my heart, she just stands there, no emotion, nothing, then it hits her. She starts screaming. When my dad gets back, he finds my mum holding me, trying her very best to bring me back. She doesn't see him. But, he is there crying, he calls 911. When the ambulance arrive and carry me out and try their best to calm my parents down, and they are telling then that everything will be ok. But I know it's not ok, they had lost their only baby.