The Prom

GEORGES

*TW: SELF HARM!!*

I was sitting on the floor of an empty classroom. I couldn't pretend like I didn't hate who I was. After all, they hated me too. I was considered a weirdo, a psycho, a violent nutjob, among many other things. Maybe all of those were true. I had no one and nothing to live for. Except, Philip. He's been my best friend, my whole life. He's one of the only ones who can look past what a freak I am. But he'll never know how deeply I really love him. My parents only love me because they're stuck with me. I don't get how they could ever love someone like me. How is it even in my worst moments they look at me with such love and understanding in their eyes? I took my pocketknife to my wrist. I deserve it. I deserve the pain, I deserve the name calling, I deserved all of it. It's my fault my sister left, it's my fault Philip's tried to take his own life 3 times, why can't I just be a normal person? I hadn't even noticed I'd continued cutting, until I felt a sharper pain. I noticed the heavy bleeding. I'd cut too much and too deep. I tried to stand up, but I was too weak and lightheaded. I collapsed back onto the floor. Someone walked in, it was Susan. I stood up again, holding onto the back of a chair for balance. "Oh my god! You're bleeding!" "It's okay, I'm fine." I was lying, I had never felt so weak and dizzy. I was scared I was gonna die. "Are you sure? You look a little pale." "Yeah I'm sure I'm fine-" I nearly collapsed onto the floor again, but Susan grabbed me. "You're really hurt, I need to take you to the ER." "I'm fine I promise." I was lying. If it wasn't for Susan holding onto me, I wouldn't be able to walk right now. I could barely stand up anymore, I collapsed to my knees. The blood was all over my sleeve and leaked through my tux. "Someone help him!" Susan yelled out. "Please! Someone!" I could hear the loud music from the gym and Susan's voice fading out as I passed out from the blood loss.