Victim

Everyday I walk the halls, looking back behind me, seeing if anybody is laughing at me. Or taunting me, making fun of me and making jokes about me behind my back. I make sure I keep a fast pace while walking in the halls, i try not to be caught by the bully's who run the school. If I'm lucky I get to class unharmed, but then I get to be ridiculed by my peers, the teacher just laughs and smiles at there jokes towards me. I like to zone out of my classes and block out all the horrid things I'm called. I like to imagine, a place where I'm treated fair, like I'm a human being not an animal. But once again I'm brung back to reality, caused from the school bell. I quickly get up and leave, I end up seeing the bully's at the end of the hall so I quickly reverse my path and go the opposite way. As I quickly walk down the hall, I'm hit so hard I black out. I awake sitting in the nurses office on the bench. She asks me who did this to me but I only remembered blacking out. I pearled in the window and saw my face swollen, scratched, and I was stabbed in between my hand. When she repeated her question of who did it I didn't reply, I just told her I wanted to go home. The principal came in and too me the boys who do this deserve to be punished, but I know if I turn them in, I will only get beaten up worse, so I shake my head and tell them I pass out before I saw who it was. They quickly told me, they will be pulling the school cameras tapes and seeing was involved in doing this to me. I just sat there, not feeling any pain yet, just wanting to know why I'm hated so much. My mom quickly runs and holds me and she tells me everything's going to be okay. I just nod and go along with it. After, I had a long conversation with my mom and dad, I quickly went to bed. I sat there for hours not sleeping but thinking, I quickly decided, I'm ridiculed by my weight, my glasses, my clothes, my bible I carry to school, what's the point of living. This pain will never stop, the bully's will not stop at beating me up, the kids won't stop at ridiculing me, the teachers do nothing to help me, my parents believe everything is gonna be ok. But it's not. I don't want this pain anymore, I want peace so I quickly get my dads handgun out of my closet, (which I had been hiding there for weeks) I placed the bullet in the gun. Placed it in the rooftop of my mouth and pulled.