The Tunnel

Flashlight

This kind of thing always happened, but back then I could just blame other people for it. No getting out of this sticky situation, as this one is all on me...

Walking out of school on a summers day, heat making my hair smell of burnt pizza. Drinking just a few drops of water to make sure that I didn't feel like a humongous volcano of a teenage girl.
People screaming and shouting things like "DIE!" "NERD ALERT!" or "BE QUIET LOSER, OH WAIT SHE IS QUIET ALREADY!" Just those dumb little comments that would get to me every single day. I wouldn't retaliate, what's the point when they would just punch me? It's not like I can hide the fact that I'm a nerd. I'm the head girl in Year 11 and it's on a big, metallic badge with my name on. It's like the school wanted me to get bullied.
It got to the worst point in my life soon enough. People would tell me I was ugly, point out every flaw in me and say every mean thing to me or say nothing at all because they ran out of rude things to say. They would never have anything nice to say.
I went down a tunnel, in an alley way with a sharp knife. No one cared about me. I had 3 friends, yet they were becoming more rude and what they claim to be "popular." By the minute.
It wasn't safe in an alley way. I felt vulnerable and apparent to the open eye. I was going to get caught if I ended my own life there. I found an abandoned house, went inside and grabbed the knife. On the count of five I told myself, one... Two... Three... Four... I grabbed the knife closer. "AHHHHHH!" I heard a scream, and a sight of a masked figure, I followed it's shadow until it got faster and faster. It tried to turn it's flashlight off and stumbled, he dropped it and ran. I was idiotic and I suddenly had picked up the flashlight...