Caution

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8:30. When will this period end? I stare at the clock, waiting for 8:55. I could go find Crystal. As all of these thoughts swirled in my head, I was oblivious to the fact that my friend Kelsey was trying to get my attention. I look behind me and she hands me a note. I open it and it says: Hey, are you okay? You seem upset about something. I just want to know. Always here! Love you brother!<3. ~Kelsey I fold it back up and put in my pocket. Wow. She can be so annoying sometimes. I give her the fake smile I always do to show her that I'm not annoyed, even though I wanted to jump out of a window. The bell rings. Finally. 8:55. I rush out of the classroom to find Crystal. I look to see if she's around the corner. Right as I'm doing that, she runs right into me. "Good god Brent!" she says looking like she was about to have a stroke. "I don't have time for this Crystal. Just tell me what the people were saying" I say, my voice getting impatient. "Fine. Here I'll come walk with you". She motions me down the ramp. "So, start talking". "Okay, so some people are making fun of you and saying things like wow he's gay isn't he? Why would you want to hang out with him?". I was speechless. All these thoughts rushed into my head faster than the speed of light and speed of sound all mixed together. "What did I do so wrong? Wh-why do people hate me? What did I ever do to them?" I start to say. "You did nothing! They're just assholes. They don't see how awesome and sweet you really are!" she says her voice being so flat and serious. "This is just killing me. I don't know how much longer I can do this..." "Brent, please don't say that. Please?" "Well you KNOW I'm not right in the head Crystal! Yes, I'm admitting it, I am not right. Everything I do, I mess up. All that I try to do for people, they just push me around and say anything behind my back. The worst part is, they KNOW that I WON'T do anything!! I'm so done. Like it's not even funny. I am done". "Brent..." she said her eyes pleading. I have to have something to leave this place. Escape the pain. But where? But how? Only one thing, Self harm. 

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