The begging..

Nothing besides bullies..

I get out of 4th period. Then I go to my other blocks.. with one of my blocks in band, Sammy and Lindsey are in my band class.. I play trumpet, I suck.. ewe.. like I don't even know how to read the notes.. 😕✋ whatever, Sammy plays trumpet too. and Lindsey plays clarinet. It's like my favorite class because no one really comes up to bully me until like the end when I put my trumpet away. They come and say, "You play to loud, or, You suck." and I'm like, hey thanks for telling me that.. and I respond.. do you know how to be nice..?" and then I get out of the class and got to my last block.. it's gym. :/ I get in there, change clothes, use the bathroom.. but keep my knife in my back pocket of my shorts.. I sit down in our assign seats and the teacher comes and sees who's here and who's not... we do our activity, then class ends.. I walk out with some of my friends, then I go to my last block and then school ends, I walk out with some friends out to the bus.. we make some inside jokes.. and get on the bus.. and then I get home.. this is when the real chaos starts.. :( I get to my door, grab my key and open the door.. I see my dad on the couch with a cup of beer in his hand, while he's sleeping. background story: my dad drinks a lot in the afternoon, and then at like 7:00 he goes to work drunk, I really worry for my dad because I love him. I quietly grab a snack and run upstairs into my room, I do all my homework.. and then text and FaceTime a coulpe of my friends.. then while that's done.. I go to the bathroom and check my arm and leg.. while my knife still in my pocket. I grab it out of my pocket, and look at it. I really wanted to clean the knife, but it'd probably get to rusty. So then I look at the scar on my arm.. it was like 2 inches deep in my skin.. didn't really bother me, but I was gonna put a sweatshirt on so my dad couldn't see the scar on my arm. Then I grab the knife and point it at my heart.. and start crying. I want to live, but I was going through hell I didn't want to be in. But I didn't want my dad to find me dead in the bathroom. I drop the knife on the ground and ran out of the bathroom. I check my phone and I got a miss call from a random number about a minute ago, then my phone rings and I answer it, the girl on the phone says, Is this Katie?" I respond, "Yes ma'am. The girl says.. um are you ok?" I say, I'm, sure, why? and who is this?" the girl on the phone responds and says' "this is Taylor, and I saw the bitch push you down at school, are you ok, I saw you run out balling and I was gonna come but I decide to tell Rachel off and said, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? WHAT IF I PUSH YOU DOWN IN FROUNT WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS?? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?" then I strolled off and she was shocked what I said to her." I kinda let the phone buzz for a minute, then i respond and said, "Really?" did she come after you, I don't want you to get hurt next. " Then Taylor says, I could push her over like titanic and wipe all the makeup of her face." I just stand there and I was in shock, I can't believe some one I didn't know would do this for me, wow,. Then I respond. "Thanks". here I got to go, I'll keep in touch with you." Taylor says, "no problem", and ends the call.