I reach for the door as a sudden panic rained on me. A chill went down my spine, and it suddenly became really hard to breathe. Sweat drops rolled down my face and my hands started shaking rapidly. I ran into my room and sat on my bed. What's going on? School has been so stressful. Peoples words are stitched into my brain:
FAT! STUPID! GO DIE IN A HOLE!
WHY ARE YOU ALIVE? YOU DON'T DESERVE A GOOD LIFE!
I sat in silence as tears rolled down my face and into the infinite river of sadness. My breathing was out of control. I look around my room. The walls are closing in. Darkness begins to take over the room. The world starts spinning, so fast that my stomach gets nauseous. I fall to my knees and reach for the sky. Help me! Get me away from this HELL!
It's depressing knowing that I can't walk out that door without those words and all that laughter will be repeating like a broken record. Going on and on and on and on. I think I'm going mad.
I try to get up but I found myself chained down to the burning hot ground. My back starts to feel the burning and I scream "STOP! TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS WORLD! I CAN'T BE HERE ANYMORE. HOW CAN I FREE MYSELF FROM THIS MADNESS?!
I look over to my window and the idea hits me. I get up and run towards the window. I jump through it, feeling the shards of glass pierce through my skin. There are screams coming from my neighbors. The next thing I know, I'm in an emergency truck. There's a nurse trying to help. A flash of light bursts from out of no where.
The light expanded into a creature with wings, holding it's hands out. I cough up blood. I can't take this anymore. I need to let go. I reach for the hand and my vision and my breath faded away.
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The Suicide Of James Marshall
Short StoryA short story about a teen who is driven to madness. Bullying leads to depression. Depression leads to Death.
