The Face of Suicide

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I finally knew what Mark was feeling. The getting shoved into lockers, the hurtful words. And I finally knew what Janice felt. The labels that weren't true. I was being called a murderer.

A psychopath.

But of course Mark and Janice went through years of this, whereas for me, its only been mere days. So I guess I don't really know what they felt.

I never meant to spread rumours about Janice. I just happened to mention that Janice was probably an emo who worshiped the devil to a friend. They weren't supposed to tell everyone that.

As for Mark? I have no idea why I did what I did. Popularity was a curse for me. It was a monster. All my friends have turned their backs on me and do the things that I did to others. I guess I deserve it.

My parents, however, don't think the same thing. They were disappointed in me. But how can you watch your own daughter suffer without feeling anything? They're too good for me.

Everyone looks down on them. My parents know about the bullying and don't think it will ever stop. They don't want me to do what Mark, Janice and Daniel have done. Which is why they want us to move.

My brother still doesn't know anything. He doesn't go to my school. I'm counting on him never finding out. We are really close and if he finds out, then he'll hate me. I don't want to lose the love from my brother.

He doesn't want to leave, but I can't wait. Us moving is like me getting a second chance. To make a change.

In a month we were all packed up ready to leave this place for good. I decided to say goodbye the night before we could leave. First I went to the cemetery. To say goodbye to the only people that mattered in this town.

I didn't take long in case someone happened to come there. And I also needed to make one more stop. School.

I didn't have anyone to say goodbye to over there. I had no friends anymore. No one knew I was leaving except for teachers. Not that they cared anymore. And it was night time so no one would be there.

The reason I came to school is to write on the memory wall. Its funny, right? The wall was my idea but I didn't even get a chance to even get close to it. This was the only time I'd be alone.

Half the wall was full with messages so I decided to use the other half. I took out my paints and started to draw. I closed my eyes to get the perfect image and let my hands do the work. I was glad my artistic talents came in handy for once.

I don't know exactly how long I was there for, but just as I was about to finish, the sun started peaking. I knew my parents wouldn't be worried. They knew I had to do this.

I stood back to get a better look of the wall. I drew the three of them all together, holding hands. They were happy, their eyes full of life. Underneath I wrote "I'll never forget you."

The sun was now making a bigger appearance and it became easier to see the wall. I read each and every message. They were all really nice, but one stood out.

"Mark, I'll love you until the day I die -S"

My heart clenched. Someone else loved Mark. And I took him away from her. My vision was blurred by the tears I was so desperately trying to hold back.

"Goodbye," I muttered to no one before running back home. I made it before the movers came. I can't believe I spent the whole night at school. But I spent my last night in this town the best way possible.

When the movers came, I got into the car and didn't look back. This was my new beginning. And I will make it count.