The Perks Of Being A Freak

The Part When It Should've Been My Last.

The next day, I walked into school, crying. My friend Michael has committed suicide last night. My friend Joey gave me a hug. All the kids called us; "Butt-Buddies". Joey looked at me and said, "Really? Just because we are friends doesn't mean I have to get bullied too!"
He walked away, and then started a hate page about me on Instagram. I remember seeing the photos. I was horrified by all the mean, and disgusting comments; "What a hypocrite." , "He is going to burn in Hell." , "Fag Alert!!" It was unbearable. "😂", "😒", is all the emojis I saw. I wanted to die. I had to. If I offed myself, they would be happy right? So I tried.
That night, I went home, and saw the pill cabinet. I thought of how quick it would be. So I took a shit ton. I passed out, thinking it was the end. I heard crying, then I saw darkness.
I awoken in a white room with no windows, only a plastic mirror and a light. A nurse walked up to me and said, "Hello Joshua. You have almost overdosed, so we had to pump your stomach. How are you feeling?" I shrugged. And started to cry. She asked me in a worried voice, "Why are you crying hun?" I replied with tears running down my face, "I failed to make everyone happy." She looked at me, "What would you do to make them happy? Who is everyone?" I started to cry again. "I was supposed to die, and I let everyone down. "You didn't let me down. Your a fighter. Stay that way."
The nurse walked away, and I never saw her again. I fell asleep, slowly like a fire burning out.
I woke up in my room. And I was glad to be in my own bed, instead of a coffin. I was glad to be here.
I hope that I will get better. I really do. But who knows what the future holds? I don't. But I hope it's nice.
Have you ever wondered what life would be without courage? I have.
One day, a kid named Daniel walked up to me and said, "Go kill yourself you worthless fag!" He walked away. I got angry. "Hey asshole!" I screamed, I punched him in the face, he fell to the ground, then I kicked him numerous times, and then punched him in the temple. The next day at school, he came in a wheelchair, he looked at me, then threw a pencil sharpener at me. "Do it again because you didn't succeed the first time!" He screamed across the hall. I threw it back at him, "Dong worry, i plan to only make you miserable by being alive.." I walked away. Feeling great. As I felt for weeks. But depression is life taking, not a long term of time...