Escaping Death (a jock story)

The past

Jo's POV

I don't remember much from when I was young other than I was a really happy kid. I grew up with five older brothers and my parents. I was always so happy and never saw the blackness in people. But soon my happy attitude would change. I was four when my attitude went in another direction. My mom Fiona was coming home from an Olympic meet when she crashed. A twenty year old drunk guy crashed into her. He survived but she didn't. I remember feeling so sad alone like I lost one of the most important people in my life.

My brothers were really comforting but that doesn't change a the fact that my mom died. I was so upset that I blamed myself. Being at school and church didn't make it any better. All the kids would find some way to insult me. They'd insult my family saying I had too many siblings or the way I dressed even how happy I acted. I only put up with it thinking one day just one day someone would be nice to me. But that only shows not all good things happen to people. And that's a lesson I'd be learning the hard way. I remember when I lost all hope in kids and adults and it happened with a group from church. I was sitting in church waiting for the meeting to start when I noticed a girl going to the supply closet.

I got up and went to help her. Though when we got to the supply closet she turned to me. "Stop following me." She told me. "What?" I was dumbfounded. "Why did you follow me?" She asked. "I just wanted to be friends." I told her. "Ha we will never be friends." She laughed. I froze. The way she smiled and left me made me sad. I went back to my church ward and one of the sisters came up to me. "Sister Wilson you love sitting by yourself." Sister Harrison told me. Her saying that made me lose hope that anyone would be nice to me. Thirteen years. This went on until I was fifteen. I managed to be friends with this one girl who was a little bad at starting conversations.

We talked a lot about sports crush's and we looked out for each other. Or at least that's what I thought. She asked me to help her with her sixteenth birthday and I agreed. She gave invites to everyone including her crush. "Hey Umm I'm invited to right?" I asked. She turned to me and smiled. "Why would I invite you? You're not cool enough to be at my party." She smirked. "But I thought we were friends." I said shocked. "Ha why would I be friends with you? You are a loser I am gorgeous." The girl said before leaving. I remember feeling stupid that I let someone do that to me.

Friends don't exist.

No one really cares. All they care about is themselves.

I'm Joanna Faith Wilson and this is my story.

Hey guys so I know I've been gone for a long time please don't be mad. I've been stuck in my home and I've lost inspiration. So I wanted to write this story because well suicide and self harm are no joke. If you see someone and they don't look like they're okay talk to them. Ask them if they're okay. Oh and in this story after this incident Jo has her hair but it's longer and she wears a black shirt with a white x on it that shows her black sports bra and a black skirt or shorts. She also wears a sweatshirt with an X where her heart is. Until next chapter let me know what you think. BYEE!!