Erin

Tom

It was on a Tuesday i think, yes a Tuesday. Tuesday the 12th of October that was the worst day of my life I don't dare to think of that horrible day but I have to it is yet a horrible memory but a special one as well.

I was walking to town with Tom at the end of the day after a full on hard day of "learning" as teachers like to call it. It was a good day up to that point, having fun with our friends at lunch, bring the best team in football. It was at this moment Tom wanted to go to the park ( I don't like the park as it is too open but I reluctantly agreed to make him happy) but going to the park was probably the worst mistake I have ever made.

It was only us in the park but with one exception there was an old man sitting with a black leather jacket on an old wooden bench. He suddenly approached us asking us why we were walking In the park by ourselves. Tom quickly came up with "we are just walking home from school after a day's work sir". It was at this moment that the man suddenly pulled out something shiny from his pocket. I realised too late what was about to happen when he thrust it inside Toms throat. I screamed, a loud hoarse scream that came from the bottom of my throat, the sound of death. Tom gargled and squirmed, blood gushing everywhere. The old man just stood in the shade of the trees laughing histerically and then he ran off. It was just me. Alone. Alone with my dying best friend. He was rolling around on the floor spreading the blood. There was nothing I could do to save him, so I just sat next to him and tried to soothe my dying friend. (This was hard because I was bawling my eyes out) it was so hard looking at his frail body just lying there. I felt for a pulse in his neck. He was dead.

The police interrogated me the next day into the death of Tom. All I could tell them was that there was a bearded man with a leather jacket that killed Tom.

Wednesday
It was the day of Toms funeral all of his family were there, his mother, sister,brother,cousins and his grandparents. I was the only friend of toms that was invited. Out of all of his friends he wanted me there. me. It was a very normal funeral with all of the family taking in turns to say a memory they had I was last. As I was about to say my memory (the one where we were the best in football) I just started sobbing uncontrollably sobbing.

Now

"Have you had any more panic attacks lately" questioned Mrs Rose. Ever since that day I have been diagnosed with severe depression and I occasionally have the odd panic attack. "Uhhhh I think I had one last night but I can't remember" I replied
"Just remember to breathe in and out slowly she replied well it's time you go back to your German lesson".

Ughhhhhh German my "favourite" subject. I hate school, ever since that day people have been bullying me. No one understands me NO ONE. As I walked into the class people started saying "ooooo Connor did you go back to councilling again". I just wanted them to shut up keep their thoughts to themselves, but of course everyone has to share their thoughts with the world. The only good thing about German is that I sit next to a very nice girl called Ella she doesn't call me any names or push me around which is a nice change to what usually happens in and around school.
But as the worst things always come I started to have a panic attack. Everyone started looking and talking to each other probably saying to each other that I was a fucking retard or something like that, which does not help at all in any way shape or form. The teacher obviously didn't know what to do she just said "uhh Connor are you alright do you uh wanna wait outside". Stupid little bitch, now everyone was laughing at me so along with the panic attack I was crying as well. But then Ella asked if she would like to take me to medical. This really surprised me as no one is really nice to me. I replied with a quick "yes thank you" and we went to medical.

School is over for the day (thank god) I'm now walking home, alone of course no one walks with me. But then the worst thing that could possibly happen had to happen I am so unlucky. The three bullies were walking towards me. Tom,George and Louie that is their names if I remember correctly. "I saw your little panic attack today Connor, you know only slimy little pricks have panic attacks" bellowed George. They then proceeded to empty my bag, throw all my stuff in the road, empty re contents of my water bottle on my head and then they beat me up.

Home
Mum asked me why I had cuts and bruises on myself I just replied saying "I fell over mum, nothing serious".
"All right Connor that's ok, dinner at 6:00" I replied with a simple "yes" and ran upstairs to play video games.

"Connor dinner time!" Yelled mum from the bottom of the stairs.
"Coming mum"! I didn't want to leave my ps4 but it was Pizza for dinner...
I sprinted downstairs, ran to the table and sat down as fast as I could picked up a slice of pepperoni pizza and bit down hard. The taste was luxurious.

After dinner I waddled upstairs. It didn't take long as I had long legs, I was one of those middle sized year 11s with fair black hair and blue eyes. Some girls consider me "Hot" but I'm not ready for that kind of thing yet, I just haven't found the right person yet and I'm just an awkward person. I'm now lying in bed thinking about Tom it should have been me that died no one cares about me I am unwanted, I don't even think my mum would have cared If i had died. I keep thinking about that day, it always comes back to me. The blood the old man, Tom... He should not have died, that stupid fucking old guy took my best friends life... I will never forget what that man did to me eternally... Never.

When I had to go to bed, I put my favourite song on and listened to it twice. In the end by Black veil brides, that song just speaks to me.
I literately can't be bothered to go to school tomorrow, everyone is just gonna be mean to me but my mum won't let me stay at home so I have to go. Time to lay down in my nice comfy bed. I will find someone eventually hopefully she too will like BVB and anime as much as I do (sighs) ahhhh Connor that's never gonna happen you can dream you can dream.

The next day

Mum drove me to school this morning in her red Vauxhall nothing peculiar on the drive there. Except I did see a crashed car on the side of the road.