Now I Know... (not sure if i like it yet)

Chap 1: "Are you suicidal?"

  I sit at my table drawing a picture of a gun firing at a girls head. My art teacher , Mr. Raymond, looks down and me and then my art. "M-miss Emma, please come up to my desk please... with your art." I huff and get up grabbing my art. I walk up to his desk and put my drawing down.

"Yes?" I say looking away at the ground. He looks at me seriously.

"This looks like a suicide attempt Emma, do you need the counciler?" HIs voice is shaking but he's trying to be bold and tough. I stare at him angrily.

"you think I need a counciler? " I scream, grabbing my art and crumbling it up. He stares at me shocked. The whole class looks our way. He motions them back to work.

"Emma," He whispers "This isn't your 1st drawing like this. You've drawn a slitted wrist, girl choking on pills and the one that's surprised me the most. The one of a girl, who's lying in a casket. The girl looked like... you. " He whipsered wiping his eyes which had some tears prickling down his cheeks. "I care about you Emma, you're a super sweet, talented girl. I don't want you hurting and hiding it, so if you need help let me know." I stood there shocked and speechless. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. I throw away the paper, smiling weakly at him.

"I'm okay Mr. Raymond, sorry, I just like the gory, death like drawings. I'll draw something else, okay?" I wipe my eyes and head back to my desk flustered. He looks over at me and nods and picks up the phone and dials in a number. Please don't be the counciler, she doesn't need for know my problems. I think while bouncing my leg soon seeing the counciler at my table. flashing me a fake ass smile. 

"Hello Emma, can you come with me please.? I sit there looking at my table and start to get an anxiety attack. I look and see everyone looking at me, whispering and some snickering. Mrs. Miller looks and attempts to help me. She grabs my stuff and I quickly walk out with tears and flustered cheeks. I'm so embarrassed! I looked like a fucking idiot in there! Ahh god! We walk into the conciling office and I take a seat. "Emma, you know why you're in here, you have peers who think you are... suicidal. The way she said it, she sounded so sarcastic and none caring about it.

"I'm not suicidal!" I stand up getting more pissed off. "I just like gory and horror drawing, Jesus Christ!" I look away tapping my foot. "You all assume to quickly."

"Emma, I'm not saying you are but you have no friends, you're lonely, you are always wearing long sleeves and jeans, Even in hot weather, you never approach or attempt to talk to anyone and your... drawings." I got silent. "They all have a meaning, the same meaning, suicide.", she caught me, i felt like a fish on a fishing line, i have to think of something and fast!