The bridge

'STUPID, I am so stupid' why did I ever think that I could pass that spelling test. I'm just the kid dumb enough to not know how to speak. Brain dead, wooden, emo and fag are their favourites, they are also the ones that go through my mind each night, well except the last one because I know that I'm asexual. RING! RING! At least it's break now, I can survive today and I will. I quickly gathered my belongings and sprinted to the deserted bathroom in the west corridor; the door squeaked as I opened it from lost use. Shards of glass scatter the floor from the broken mirrors, I rapidly scurried to the disabled toilets. Sliding down the door to prevent anyone from seeing me, hastily I ripped the scratchy bandage off my tender, delicate arm(from days of missing food) I looked at the artwork that painted my arm. The pad of my finger barely brushed the pink scars of the past which marred my porcelain skin, but still made it sting.

BANG! The door went and I quickly stiffened, nobody else should be in here, I need to get out. Boisterous voices filled the eardrums of my sensitive ears, my breath left me and I quickly forgot how to breath. It's them. How did they find me?
"Hey Freak, hiding again just like the coward you are" my mind raced for the possible outcomes of this.
" Have you learnt to speak yet, Freak".
"..." My eyes frantically raced for any possible escape.
"ANSWER WHEN I ASK S QUESTION, oh I forgot you can't " he said in a sinister voice.

My heart started to race, my breath came out in quick, frantic gasps and the colour in my face stared to vanish. I was having a panic attack. They didn't care though, instead they started to throw unorganised punches at me until the pain became unbearable and I blacked out.

Bright light assaulted my vision, the pounding in my skull sounded like a tormented animal trying to escape its cage. The taste and smell of blood invaded my pallet and nostrils, the twitching light illuminated the dried blood going from my eyebrow to my split lip. Deciding that I couldn't handle seeing anymore damage to my already ugly, emaciated frame, I stood up on shaky legs; my arms supported me by gripping the sink until my body found the needed balance. I grabbed my old, ripped bag and scourged through it looking for my dented Nokia to check the time. It was 16:50. I'm going to be late, then I'm going to be in trouble and then...deep breaths, I can't black out again. The patter of my feet echoed through the empty school halls.

I leant over trying to stabilise my breathing and realised I was at the bridge. The bridge that took my only friend, if it took him maybe it will take me. It will get rid of all the pain, the daily beatings and the insults. I will die one day, why not now when I have nothing to live for...