DEATH BY BULLIES

Every beginning starts with an end.

"Yo Jacob go long! " I'm open, throw the ball." What are you doing? "  No!"

That was the last game I ever played. I got thrown of the team after that. Very soon things were changing. No one would sit near me nor talk to me in class if they did sit next to me. I ruined the entire schools rugby reputation. Not even my closest of friends spoke to me. Just goes to show how close we really were. So close that we now don't talk. It got so bad at one point not even my little brother would talk to me until we got home. Even then I was ignored by him unless he wanted something of coarse maybe then he would talk or simply just text me what he wants. and when he did speak to me it was very brief. My only friend was my mum but it was almost impossible to have a conversation with an alcoholic that's passed out on the front room floor again. So I adopted new habits and made a new friend. Turns out This friend has been with me all my life and only now I have found him. Geoff was there when I wanted. I call him he comes. but the good part he is invisible and only I can see him. It's quite creepy actually. My mum thinks I need to see a mental health doctor and psychiatrist. She says my mental state is slowly crumbling away like crumbs from bread. I tell her not to be silly and that I'm fine. but honestly I'm about fit for white walls and a straight jacket.