In the week that I was in hospital the nurses had managed to successfully force feet me about two times but I had thrown up about 20 times. A therapist came in to talk to me about my mental health, apparently I had a weird type of anxiety triggered by my abusive father and apparently my mind tried to treat itself with heroin and it was the heroin that was making me suicidal. The therapist also said the best thing I could do was go back to school as soon as I could so on the following monday I went to school.
By the time I had walked up the small flight of stairs to where James stood in the morning before the bell my light blue school shirt was a dark blue with sweat. I clutched my stomach as I caught my breath, I felt vomit enter my mouth but I managed to swallow it. Something suddenly hit my back and the spew I had tried so hard to keep inside of me flooded out of my mouth. I looked up to see Morgan Summer, the guy who had been bullying me since year 5.
"So he lives" he shouted "Jamie Westwood survived his little OD!"
"Please leave me alone Morgan" I muttered.
"So I heard it was your mother who gave you the almost killing shot. Man what a shit parent."
"Leave me alone Morgan" I said a little louder.
Morgan suddenly lifted me up and slammed me against the lockers beside us.
"You want me to leave you alone. You want me to leave you alone!" He smiled and abruptly punched me in the nose and walked away. Blood streamed out of my nose as I slid down the locker doors.
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Fiksyen RemajaShe was angry, she had been ever since she found the syringe at the back of my bookshelf.
