I find myself looking at stephen jenkins, staring straight into his soul, but i dont see the bully - i see the bullied. He feels so guilty about the way he treated me but he cant let anyone know, it would show he was weak and his father wouldnt allow that. This was the stephen jenkins nobody else saw, the scared, vunerable little boy who was afraid to go home to his alcoholic father who beat him almost every night. He took it out on people smaller than him, it was his way of hitting back, he couldnt hit his father, so he hit me, i was his release, although he never beat me like his father beat him, he knew how bad it was. I wanted to feel pity but i had nothing, just an empty soul, wandering.
I wander further on to mrs hutchinson, devastated at the news one of her students had took her own life, but she was being strong for the rest of her class. All she ever wanted to do was teach, she loved seeing her students progress, and if one was a bit behind she would keep them in at breaktime to try and help the student catch up and get better grades. Why didnt i see this, was i so self centred i couldnt see this woman devoted her life to helping people, thousands of students would pass through her life and she tries yo teach every one. How hard must it be for someone like that - and i showed selfishness and have now scarred this poor womans love for teaching. What have i done.
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Suicidal Tendancies
Short StoryJemma's had enough, enough of being picked on at school, picked on by the teachers and her parents and hated by the world. So she decides to end it all only to discover not everything was as bad as it seemed - but by then it was too late.
