My brother's red car pulls up on the school driveway and he exits.
My name is howled over the intercom by a scratchy deep voice.
"HALLIE BRYCE TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE. HALLIE BRYCE."
My breathing is slightly anxious at first knowing that my name is shouted across the school to hear. I get over it pick up my things and go the front office.
When I arrive, my brother already signed to check me out and he was now giving me an angry eye.
The drive home was the most intense thing imaginable. Complete silence. Not the good type of silence where there is a nice vibe, by the bad one where you wanna say something but are practically forced not to by yourself.
When I get home, my brother doesn't walk me in he just drives off, which is completely okay. I have my own house key.
When I unlock it I'm greeted with a cold flash of air from the AC.
I take of my vans and keep my socks on walking upstairs. I pull out my laptop and open up a new browser. I go on YouTube and search for "How to escape reality."
Immediately search results pop up, some are cringe compilations in teens trying to be edgy, and the rest are jokes on suicide by people who have never experienced what it feels like to want to shoot yourself.
I take notice that there is not a single video with my exact title. I try making it more specific by using a hashtag.
#HowToEscapeReality
No results.
I have my own YouTube channel, obviously. Doesn't everyone?
I have an idea, I will make my own video with that title and hashtag. I let the thought sink in for a minute. I then curl up into a ball and dig my head in my knees. My breath goes faster just thinking of it. Millions of people having access to watch me.
But then it reminds me of myself. I always watch people and how they do their regular stuff. I want to be them. I'm like the queen of creepy stalkers so I Have no right to judge people on YouTube.
I grab my phone and press the record button.
"Have you ever just wanted to escape from it all? To be free?"
No that's not good.
I delete it and press record again.
"Suicide isn't a joke but the people who say they are going to commit it are the comedians."
"Reality is something inescapable according to humans. But is it possible that there is a way to be free of it?"
"The people around you cause so much pain that you can't handle it. The little annoying voice keeps telling you to die. That's what your voice says."
"Use your real voice.
Use your fists.
Use your strength.
We are strong."
I can't decide if the video is good or not so I just save it but not upload it to YouTube.
I spend the rest of the afternoon recording. Deleting. Recording. Deleting.
Author daddy's note:
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Sorry the chapter is so short, I have to go out to dinner lmao.
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