Suicide Society

The sky was a depressing grey and the smell of rain clung heavily to the air, yet it had not yet begun to fall from the clouds. Thunder rolled ahead, causing most to flee into their homes.

But I sat alone. I sat on this cold, damp wooden bench, waiting for the rain to fall upon me. I didn't want to move...I just wanted to disappear. I wanted my existence to slowly fade into the background. I didn't want anyone to notice me anymore. Death was my only wish.

I sighed slowly, and pulled myself to me feet, stumbling a bit. I picked up my head, and opened my heavy eyelids, looking around. There really was no one. My heart dropped a little, and I let my gaze fall back to the ground.

I really don't know why I seemed to let sadness drop on me when no one was around. It's not like they wanted to be with me any ways. I was a complete stranger to them, and I was nobody's friend.

Literally nobody's friend. I was too "emo", "Goth", "depressing", or "sad" to be friends with anyone. I didn't get it either; I didn't cut myself, or wear all black. I didn't have one part of my body pierced at all.

Maybe it was my black hair, or the music I listened to. I always had my music turned up all the way in school- so everyone would hear it. All they listened to was One Direction and Justin Beiber. I couldn't handle these people anymore. There were a few, though, I could tolerate.

I began to walk down the sidewalk, dragging my feet. I kept my eyes looking toward the ground, and studied the path that led me. I listened closely, and I realized I could hear my own heartbeat. It made me smile a little. I always liked putting my ear up against me mother's chest and listened to her heartbeat until I fell asleep.

That is, until she was killed. I know, I know, lots of kids down have their parents, but I wish I didn't have mine. Well, that is my father at least. He is cruel, and his is a fat ass drunk. God, I hate him. If I ever got the chance to take his life....

Anyways; my name is Jane. I'm 17, and I go to Freedom High school in South Riding, Virginia. I'm not even kidding you; you can't get more patriotic than this. The mascot is exactly what you would think it would be: an eagle. This school even has adjacent road names like Justice Drive, Equality Street, and Friendship Street. There's even a Unicorn Drive.

As If I don't hate this city enough! It comes with happy shit like this? I wanted to leave this town now. I couldn't wait for my father to get drunk and promise me every night: " Don't worry, we'll pack and leave tomorrow, okay?". It was all lies!

I looked up at the sky as I felt a drop hit my nose. It had started sprinkling, and without warning it began to pour. I tugged my hood over my head, and my black Suicide Silence hoodie began to soak up the water, and pressed closer to me under the weight. I shuddered at the feeling, and quickly zipped it up. I didn't really know how that would help, yet I did it anyways.

I began to sprint, my Geometry and Algebra books in hand. I could feel the pages getting soaked, and I grit my teeth. It was gross.