Jack's POV:
Another day, another day... i sigh as i work my way out of bed grabbing my stick that helps me find my way around. I feel around for the door to the bathroom and i motion my hands to the light switch. I know what you're thinking. Why turn the light switch on when you are blind? Well, to be honest, I don't know, it makes me feel normal i guess.
Hi, Im Jack Wensley, 16 years old, go to Westbrook High School, i'm what is known as a freak, nerd and a dork. I get bullied because of it and also because of the fact i'm death. I'm depressed, have anxiety and PTSD. I'm also openly gay, which is why no one likes me. Literally no one. I live with my mum but she's never home because she's either too busy or purposely never wants to come home. In fact she even offered to buy me an apartment so she wouldn't have to live with me. And my dad? He left my mum for another woman when i was 12 years old. I haven't seen him since and I don't blame him for not wanting to see me. After all, i am just a weirdo, freak and a 'faggot'- at least that's what everyone calls me at school. Ah school, i hated that place and couldn't wait to leave in a couple of years. Everyday, i walk into school i get pushed and shoved from left to right and end up on the floor where i get beaten and bruised by everyone and anyone. Technically, I don't actually know who they are because I can't see them but before i came out as gay i used to have friends. Well two friends. Charlie and Lizzy. Obviously they don't like me anymore but they told me it was the 'popular group' that made fun of my everyday and beat me til i turned black and blue. The popular group being, Zack, James, Luke, Bryce, Daniel... and Chris. Chris used to be my best friend in the elementary school, he stopped being my friend suddenly before we joined high school and i could never understand why. But i would never force someone to be my friend if they didn't want to. But at the same time, i think it would be so much easier if i had friends because then there would be people who look out for me instead of me being alone like i am now. Alone and tired, depressed and stressed, beaten and bruised and crying myself to sleep. But hey, i guess that's just life. I guess that's just my life.
