~~~~~~~~~chapter 1~~~~~~~~~~~
Everyday for the past seven months I have been putting up with this. Sometime I think about death but I say "it's not worth it." Suicide is what gives me the goosebumps that cover my body from head to toe. The thought of it makes me tremble. My name is Zach and this is my life of being bullied.
~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~
I'm just an average joe, one of those kids who think above and beyond. One who thinks in mysterious ways that people haven't thought of before. It all started when I was in the lunch room walking to sit down. Unexpectedly I fell to the ground, covered in food I got up to notice the fact that everyone was making fun of me. I felt embarrassed just a little. I quickly ran in to the bathroom, grabbing a plethora of paper towels, I then began scrubbing my shirt. Nothing was working, I really didn't want to go back out there, I looked horrific. As I trotted toward my bag I was tripped again, but this time it was worse. Not only was I tripped but I also was punched numerous times in the face and was kicked. All the other kids seemed pleased with their work. The bell had rung but that didn't stop them from pounding on me, I thought to myself "just close your eyes, hold on, the pain will end.
~~~~~~~~~~chapter 3~~~~~~~~~~
It was finally time to go home. I slowly hobbled home, I had a bloody lip, and a black eye which was swollen. I wasn't sure what to do or where to go. My mom had passed and my dad was a drinker. I arrived home, walking up to the screen door, opening it cautiously with that excruciating creek to it. My dad met my halfway and I came to the fact that he was a drunk. I didn't want to here what he had to say, walking past him he didn't even notice the fact I was hurt. He started walking toward me but tripped over the coffee table. I didn't care much for my dad. Even though he is the only family I have left doesn't mean I have to love him. I didn't care what the world had to say to me at this point. Approaching my door I hobbled in and fell on my bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~chapter 4~~~~~~~~~
I woke up about three hours later, it was then midnight, there was dead silence but the chirping of the crickets. I rose out of my stepping only on the tip if my toes. I opened my door to come to the fact that my dad was asleep. For me that was a good sign, I stepped over to my window which had a breeze coming through the opening. One foot at a time I slipped out if the window. I didn't know where I was going to go and I didn't care, I just began to walk. About thirty minutes later I can to a stopping point at a large meadow. I saw a large tree, that was where I wanted to go.
~~~~~~~~~~chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~
The tree was in my grasp, I was inches away from it. I reached in my coat pocket and pulled out a long strand of rope. I tied it on a big branch, I began I make a loop and put it around my neck. I tightened the rope just so there is enough slack to fit one finger it it. I grabbed a log I found and stuck it under my feet. Slowly I began to stand on it, shaking just a little, I say to myself "good-bye." I kick the log out from under my feet, I struggle, but slowly began to ease up. I saw the light an it was amazing. Bye, I no longer have to deal with all this pain, I am now free.
Zachary T. Johnson
~Born: October 7, 1997~
~ Died: June 21, 2012~
