That alternative school, it was a very familiar place for me unfourtantly, this means I was there once before for a fight, which unfourtantly also means I’ve been to jail for that event as well, so obviously , the teachers and by far the principle was non to ecstatic to see me. The sudden fear of judgment ran through my body, I realized since my separation from everyone I was completely on my own. Then just as I excepted… The rumor rose and showed its ugly face. The next day, just take a guess who was walking down the hallway, yup “Him”. Rage and hatred, along with fear flooded my body, this problem only became worse. My rage, it only grew with the insults and suffering I endured. I stopped talking, I stopped eating, I was constantly mad, and I started contemplating suicide. I had a dream about it one day; the death my mind brought fourth was horrific. I went to school with the constant reminders in my mind, I eventually couldn’t take it, I told them my plan then went home and rammed a knife into my chest, I blacked out from the loss of blood I awoke in the hospital with about 5 stitches in my left pectoral muscle, (Chest, above heart), the blade stopped on my bone, but since then the scare has faded I can’t see it anymore, but I was sent to a mental hospital for rehabilitation, “Summit Ridge”, it was titled. There after my brief stay at the Emergency Room to make sure my stiches wouldn’t come out even though it was the type that dissolved into your skin, anyways I went, there were some really unfourtant kids, especially one that really stood out to me. She was really beautiful, had pretty curly her, the cutest smile, and pretty glasses, but even through her delicate visage I could tell she had been hurt, and I was right… I learned a lot from those people and I am quite thankful, I wanted to know more about her, I pray for her and everyone I meet there, but the rest of that story will go into “Justice for All”, the story of my pursuit of happiness.
