Sad Teens With Happy Faces

The Fight

  I pulled my arm far back and pushed forward. I swear I broke her nose. The loud crack when echoing down the hallway. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Gasps filled the air. I froze in my tracks rethinking what happened. Did I just punch Amanda Stins? I felt relief through my whole body. That was until I heard the buzz of the speaker.
"JACKIE! JACKIE JOHNSON DOWN TO THE FRONT OFFICE RIGHT NOW!"
  I heard ohhhh's and ahhhh's. People pointed and said I was going get it. I was dead. This goes on my permanent record. I turn back to look at Amanda. I couldn't tell if I killed her, knocked her out, or if she was so hurt she couldn't move. I smiled a little and kept walking to the office.
  Once I got there principal McHenry told me to take a seat in a red velvety looking chair. I sat hands in lap looking down at my shoes. It was silent in the room for a few minutes. The only sound there was was from our breath and the kids walking up and down the hallways. He broke the silence.
"Jacklyn Johnson what in the name of hell were you thinking?" He asked with gritted teeth.
He's always known me for being the good straight A's quiet student.
  "I got mad. I was done she's been bullying me since third grade. I actually stood up for myself this time. Yea it was by fighting but it was totally worth it. You don't know how hard I've been trying to hold that in. I'm sorry Mr.McHenry. I just couldn't take it anymore. She's so rude and I get you think she's the perfect student and she's sweet but to me she is the total opposite," I said trying to sound as truthful and convincing as I can.
  "I'm sorry Jackie but you have detention for a week. Yes including Saturday."
  "SATURDAY! I HAVE THINGS TO DO ON SATURDAY. PLEASE MR. MCHENRY NOT SATURDAY!"
  On Saturday I was going to travel out to Florida to meet up with my dad. My mom was a drunk. I was left alone with her because my dad traveled a lot. He didn't want me to keep moving schools. My dad has always been there for me. No matter how far he was, he was always there. I loved him more than anything. His one mistake was keeping me here in this hellhole. My mom was horrible. Abusive. Drunken. Rude. Annoying. I would have to admit she was a slut. It was like throwing a hotdog down a empty hallway for her.
"I'm sorry Jackie but consequence are consequences."
  "I picked up my bag and walked out slamming the door. I was so mad. I had my hands balled up into fists I released and dug my nails into my skin. I ran out the school not even going to finish up the rest of the day. I ran home and unlcoked the door. Of course no mom was here. I walked in and ran straight to the bathroom. I locked the door. This was it. I opened up the cabinet and grabbed my big razor. I wanted them big. I wanted to feel the pain. I put the tip of the razor on my wrist and slide it across. It went from on end to the other. It was deep. Thick blood fell down from my arm into the sink. I turned on the faucet and put on hot water. I cut again. And again. I couldn't stop. It was my little paint brush that wanted me to keep painting. I grabbed into the cabinet for some random pills. I opened up the bottle and poured the pills in my hand. I swallowed about 6 before I stopped myself. This is wrong... No! Go on! I took three more. I felt dizzy. It was finally the end. The room went black and I saw no light. No God. Nothing. Darkeness fell upon me. 

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(Please don't be offended by anything said. I am not the best person to describ how it feels to cut or to try to commit suicide. This chapter was not meant to trigger anyone.)