I laid there in bed, unable to sleep. I look at the time to see that it read 12:30am. *sighs* Been awake for three hours and still can't sleep... I thought as I got out of bed. As quiet as I could, I walked out in my pj's and dressing gown out into the back yard.
Looking at the stars, I took a long, sad sigh as I got out the rope from my pocket. I sat under the tree and started to tie the noose; thinking about why I was doing this again. It happened yesterday in the school hall, and that was the final straw... I was running down the corridor, late for class, thinking how life couldn't be any worse, when I bumped into the worst person possible; Jason. Jason has been my bully since I tripped into him on the first day and now whenever he found the chance to punch, kick, or shove me in my small locker, he would. So, after I feel onto my back, pain etched into my face where it collided with the floor. I looked up in horror as Jason looked down at me with a malicious smirk. Leaning down, so we were at eye level, he whispered, "you should never been born, you faggot," and then punched me in the face, breaking my nose and kicking me in the gut until I was coughing up blood. With a satisfied look on his face, he sauntered off to class. Using one of the lockers nearby, I staggered to class, not caring that my face and the front of my shirt was covered in blood. The rest of the day I spent covered in the blood from the morning, either being taunted and laughed at, or being ignored.
Now, as I sat on the tree branch I had climbed, I tie the other end of the noose to the branch in front of me. I looked at mum's bedroom window, thinking my sorriest thoughts to her and my brothers for leaving like this. 'I'm sorry, but I can't so this anymore.' I grabbed the noose end of the rope, and situated it over my head and around my neck, taking my final breath and slid off the branch I was on. As soon as I had stopped moving, the noose tight against my windpipe, everything went black....
A/N: Hey, dudes! I'm actually okay now, and am getting better. I just needed to fix this chapter of the story and hope you like what I have so far. Love yah!
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My New Life's Story
FantasyThis is my depression written down. As I heal into a better place, it WILL get better
