A Victim's Story

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Erin was sitting in her math class doodling while her teacher blabbed on about something connected to algebra. She took her phone out of her pocket and checked the time. 3:03; 2 minutes 'til the bell. She waited impatiently for end-of-the-day-freedom that always arrived but seemed to come slower every day, and finally decided to close her notebook and collect her things. When the bell rang, she rushed out of the door with all of the other students. She got to her locker and started to turn the lock when something hard rammed her shoulder. While her stuff flew into the air, she tumbled to the ground, hard on her new laptop- a present from her best friend, Marissa. She looked up to see a familiar, snotty, smiling face looking down towards her.

"Oops, sorry. I didn't see you there." the face said, looking as innocent as possible.

"You did that on purpose!" Erin shot back, collecting her stuff. (The "face" always did this stuff on purpose.) She cracked open the lid of her laptop, and a gasp emitted from her lips. "You shattered my screen!"

"Oh, I did? Well, maybe you should watch where you're standing." Cassie (the "familiar face") snapped as her innocence quickly turned into a glare from her bright green eyes. She turned on her heel and walked away, flipping her blonde, not to mention perfectly curled, hair over her shoulder. "What a loser," she laughed cruelly as her little posse of three joined her. 

Erin watched them stalk down the hall, swinging their hips, then got up and dusted her self off. She put her stuff in her backpack and closed her locker. She tried to hold the tears back as best as she could. Erin kept her head low as she quickly walked to the bathroom down the hall. She ran into a stall and crumpled to her knees. She sniffed a couple times and a single tear rolled down her cheek, which slid off and landed on her shirt. Erin sorted through her backpack and pulled a pair of scissors out. Hands shaking, she snipped her arm for the 4th time that day. She reached up for some toilet paper and her eyesight went blurry with tears. She just couldn't help herself. This was the life she lived everyday, and it felt like she couldn't escape. She let out a low wheezing sound from her throat, then cleaned the cut while trying to control the tears filling her waterline. Erin wiped the scissors off and put them back in her bag. She stood up and tried to calm herself. "Why am I such a loser?" she thought as she opened the stall door. "Cassie's right." She walked over to the sink and fixed her mascara in the mirror above it, then made sure her sweatshirt sleeve was covering the cuts on her left arm. While she was taking a last look in the mirror, Erin glanced at her hair. She remembered how when Cassie noticed her hot pink highlights, had said they made her look even more like a clown. She cleared the memory from her mind with a shake of her brunette hair, and stepped out of the restroom. As soon as she rounded the corner, she ran into Marissa, the only one nice to her these days. A smile immediately broke out on her face.

"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you. Ready for our sleepover?" Erin was going home with her perky friend because it was Friday; they always had a sleepover on Friday.

"Yup, let's go." Erin replied shakily.

"You okay?" Marissa looked worried.

"Yeah why?"

"You just seem a little... out of it."

"No, I'm fine."

"Alright," Marissa shrugged it off. She decided Erin was probably just tired. The two friends walked silently out to the front of the school to wait for Marissa's mom. She soon pulled up and the girls climbed in to the dark Mustang's back seats. Marissa talked and laughed on their way home but Erin just quietly watched, not joining in the conversation

"You must be tired Erin," Erin jumped, startled, and looked in the rear view mirror towards her friends mother sitting in the front seat.

"What? Uh, yeah. I guess." she replied, turning her head to look out the window.

"Okay. Just let me know if you need anything. I'm sure you girls will have lots of fun tonight." Marissa's mom was always so nice, always so smiley. Erin wished her mom was like that.

Hey guys. I just wanted to say that this story is written and based off a real person I know (name is changed). I know so many suicidal, depressed, or self harming people and I also lost s young friend to suicide. This topic is something dear to me and I would like to make an impact on people's lives with stories like this. Show people the kind of pain that others go through and that they should think before they act or speak  and that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, u don't know what goes on inside. If you are suicidal, depressed, or self harming I always have open arms. Drop me a message lovelies. You can get through this.