Don't Just Stand There and Just Watch

Don't Just Stand Their and Watch Do Something About It!

As I run towards the bathroom, I can already feel unwanted tears rolling down my checks. When I finally reach the bathroom, I make sure that nobody else is in there besides me. Once I am sure that I am alone,I go to one of the rusty green bathroom stalls and lock myself in one of them. I pull out the sharp blade cover in some of my old dry up blood. I take it to my wrist and look down at my arms and see all the cuts and scars, some fresh, some older than others. After I look at my arms for a few minutes, I slide it against my flesh. Aw how I love its feeling of the cool metal against my warm skin. As I slide it against my skin I watch as my crimson red blood, drips from the newly fresh wounds. The blood was poring like rain during a storm. Ah, I can already feel the pain slip away with each cut. I do this five more times, before I finally decided that should be enough to get me through the rest of the school day. I leave the bathroom and start to head towards the gym. When I walk into the gym I see the girl who is the reason behind so many of my tears and some of my cuts. The girl behind the reason why I just cut, sitting in my normal seat. So trying to avoided her, I decided I would try to go sit somewhere else. But I guess luck isn't on my side today, because she already spotted me. I couldn't even sit down before she starts "talking" to me (if you would even call it that). After a few minutes I had enough and, turn around towards her to be greeted by her yelling, and say too her, "Can you just leave me the fuck alone, please?! Just shut the fuck up already, I haven't done anything to you too deserve this kind of treatment from you!" In responds she starts "talking" to me again. I finally had enough so, I got up to leave. I walk towards my usual spot to sit down in peace and quite. Once I was half way their I look behind me, to see that to my displeasure she was following me over to my usual spot. When I finally reach my spot I take a seat next to my good friend Dawn. Before I could even sit down she went at it again, yelling and cussing at me like there was no tomorrow. My friend Dawn could see that I wasn't going to last much longer, and that I was on the verge of tears. On that note being the kind of friend she is, she started yelling back at her to leave me the fuck alone. Thank god, eventually the mean bitch, had to go get on her bus. Later that day when I finally got home, I went straight towards the bathroom. Once in there I started looking for something. After five minutes of searching for it I finally found what I was looking for. I pop off the cap of the bottle of sleeping pills. I chugged every single last one of them in the bottle. After I was done chugging all of them, I headed to my bedroom. Once in my bedroom I go towards my bed, when I finally reach it I lay down on it. I closed my eyes and took in one last breath, knowing it would be the last one I took on this hell hole called "earth". I wait for death to overtake my body. As I do I couldn't help but think "all my pain and suffering is finally going to end. No more drama, heartbreak, two-face back stabbing friends, no more liars, stuck up preppy bitches calling me names, no more so called drunk dad. It is all finally going to end tonight. I can't wait!"

*No I did not wake up this morning knowing that this would be my last day on this hell hole. I just couldn't handle all the pain and torment I am constantly in anymore. The cutting and pill popping, took away the pain, depression, and the suffering away for a little while. But it wasn't enough anymore. I'm so sorry, for the pain I might be putting people through right now. I held on as long as I could. But now it will finally all be over I couldn't find the strength to hold on any longer. Just know that I am not suffering anymore, that all the pain and torment is all over. Goodbye, and once again I'm sorry for the pain i might have caused y'all.*

That was the ending of Brooke's suicide note. Brooke had gotten so tired of people saying stuff about her that either wasn't the truth, of her so called "friends" just sitting their and not doing anything about it when people would pick on her or trash talk her. The only time one of her friends stood up for her, was that day in the gym, besides that none of never stood up for her or step in, the other countless of times that she has gotten bully right in front of them.

Every second of every day people just stand their and watch people get bully, hurt, pick on, and abused right in front of them and they don't even bothering to do a damn thing about it. The people who are the ones who this kind of stuff happens to them on a day to day basis might be scared to ask for help, or some might try to tell somebody so that they can be help. But than their are some people who don't tell because they fear that people might not believe them when they tell them or they that person will but just doesn't do anything about it.

In each of these different examples I'm about to tell you about, each one could of had a different type of ending if only somebody step in or said something to help them.