Depression pt2

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Oi..here we go.. Hello!! As usual I've been busy with school and myself. Haven't exactly been the best lately but I'm pushing through it. I'm going to try to catch up the best I can to now. Enjoy!!

(Zack's POV)
I wake up feeling horrible, not ready for the day at all. I get ready, fix my hair and eat, get dressed and go wait for the bus. I sit in the back of the bus like normal. Nobody pays attention to me or says anything to me. I go into the cafeteria and go sit with my friends and just put my heah down. I don't talk that much.

It's 1st period, English. My teacher asks me what's wrong. I just say I don't fell well so they let me take it easy.
Rest of the day is like that until Social Studies. My teacher notices that I'm upset. So he brings me out into the ahll to talk to him. He suggested me to the school the counselor. He emails her and then she calls me down at 7th period.  I go and tell her howv I'm feeling and she starts to explain to me how I can try to fix it and stuff. She was very nice and I'm going to continue to talk to her next week and so on.

I go home and I get greated by my dad with yelling. I'm failing 4 classes and he's mad, my mom comes home right after I do which is weird. She gets in on it but dosen't yell but my dad dose. He won't shut up. I'm already stressed enough with people and school. He thinks everything I say is an excuse. It's really not.
I'm so upset. I run into my backyard in the back of it. My parents are in the front of it, I go through the garage door. I find an obsidian rock, smash it, grab a sharp piece..It's pouring rain I'm crying..It hurts the burning pain...I hate my self..

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