The Suicide Pact

Part 4: (Tabitha's POV)

Laughter rings loudly in my ears. I snap back to reality, and then I see it. There's a boy on the floor of the cafeteria covered in what seems to be some sort of pasta. My boyfriend, Jackson is standing over him cackling like a maniac. That's it. By that point, I was sick of Jackson's bullshit.

 My name is Tabitha Sparks and I go to West Side middle school. I first came here last year in seventh grade and I instantly became popular. Now I'm in eighth grade and life is a living hell. Last year, I noticed a boy named Jackson who was really attractive. His sandy blonde hair and his piercing blue eyes stole my heart. Our relationship was amazing at first but then everything fell apart. He's so mean to other kids and it breaks my heart to see him do things like that. Like right now, he pushed this kid over and made him spill his lunch all over himself. It's been so hard to get away from Jackson. He's so menacing.. so violent. From where I was sitting at the lunch table, I began calling over to him "Jackson please stop! Let him be!" The whole table was laughing so loud, he couldn't hear me. I was so furious, I shoved my tray away and walked away. I went on the rest of the day, avoiding Jackson at every moment. I'd made up my mind. I was going to break up with him. The final bell rang, and I deliberately walked slower to my locker than usual. Soon, the whole hallway was empty. I could feel someone walking up behind me and I knew who it was. I heard Jackson's deep voice from behind me. 

"Hey babe, I missed you after lunch today." I took a deep breath and turned around to face him.

 "You see Jackson, that's just the thing." He gave me a confused look. 

"I'm sorry, but we're done." I could see anger rising in his face. 

"What did I ever do to you!?" He yelled frantically.

 "It's not me, it's how you treat other p- "Before I could say anything else, he yelled again.

 "You're just an ugly slut!" with that, he shoved me into the lockers and stormed away. Now, Jackson is a big guy and that shove hurt really bad. I slowly slid down the locker and sat, hugging my knees. I began to cry. None of these people were my real friends.. I had nobody to rely on. I pulled myself up and walked out the double doors. I stood on the sidewalk and pulled out my phone. New message from Mom: "Hey sweetie, work ran late so you'll have to walk home." Great. Just great. I didn't think anything could get worse until it suddenly started pouring. 

I trudged the long way home and into my neighborhood. I opened the front door and hung up my backpack. My mom was in the kitchen making a salad of some sort. 

"Sorry honey, I didn't know that it was going to rain." I said nothing as I walked up to my room. I pulled on some dry warm clothes and went back downstairs. Everyone was at the dinner table, so I took a seat next to my older brother. I barely picked at my salad, and of course, a fight broke out. Everything may seem fine, but it's not. I may be popular and have a nice house, but you should look more behind the scenes. My mom and Dad always find something to fight about, and my brother is a college dropout. In the midst of the argument, nobody noticed me get up and walk right out the front door......