The story of my final chapter

Longing to end

Have you ever wondered what it's like to die? To no longer inhale the razor sharp air that this cruel planet has to offer? Well my friend, today was the day that I, Bella rose, would find out the answer to those questions. But first we need to go back, back to when this all started; to when I first got a glimpse of what life was really like, my fist day of high school. So let's begin this tale of woe, the story of my death.
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Well let's recall this, shall we? I'm walking down the corridor of this new un known maze of education, full of people rushing too and fro like a ginormous heard of different organisms mindlessly walking through their day like it was as easy as breathing. But some how I didn't seem to fit in, I didn't understand how it was so easy to blend into the crowd and not be over run by this awkward mess that I call or rather called my life. But then it all dies down; I stood there clueless in the middle of the corridor with no idea where to go or how to get there.I some how manage to find my way to the main reception and find out where my first lesson is, "it's in A3 honey, just down the corridor and to the right down the walk way and then to the left" the receptionist says like it is as simple as breathing, I sighed; nodded my head and walk away.
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I walked once again through the corridors trying to find my way through this labyrinth of a school when a group of senior boys appeared in front of me, I tried my hardest not to let my anxiety get the better of me but it's too much; what if they laugh at me? What if I trip? What if my makeup is patchy or 'out of style'? all of these thoughts whirled around in my head until she suddenly i couldn't breathe and my chest felt tight; my heart rate was rapidly increasing and i felt faint, what can i do? Why now of all times would this happen? Time drones on and what was only minutes seemed like hours, I'm running out of time.
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As I stood there numb with this overwhelming feeling of anxiety i felt as if I could cry. The boys continued to approach but I stood there motionless, preying to god that this nightmare would end and that everything would go back to normal and that I could just find my way through these retched corridors. Thankfully the boys entered the class room next to me but as they did I couldn't help but notice one of them, I think I heard his name to be john? He was tall with an athletic figure that all the girls would willingly die for if it meant that they could spend one night with him; big brow eyes and perfect dark purple hair reaching down over them, but it was something about those eyes that made me wonder; it was like they were crying out for help but the rest of his face said differently. It must of been a minute or even more that I was stood there thinking about these recent dramas because before i knew it I was encountered by the head of senior year, Mrs Morgen. She must of noticed my distress and approached me to see if I was okay despite the rumours of her being 'satins bitch'.
"Are you okay darling?" She said placing her hand gently on my shoulder, I looked into her eyes with tears rolling down my cheeks and even though I wanted to tell her everything I was feeling I just couldn't; "I-I'm fine" I said but deep inside I was dying.