Some Day

Some Day(Kat) It was any other morning. Wake up, get ready for school. Moms yelling up the stairs. Almost time for me to go. I take extra long today. I have no motivation. School just means people. I really hate people. They always think they're smart. Hurting people. But they never stop and think about what someone has already gone through. They never look in their eyes and find the pain hidden away from the world. But I have to go. I have unfinished business.

I get to school. Mom says goodbye and have a good day then disappears among a sea of cars as I disappear among a sea of students and regret. The bell for first hour rings as I open the doors to the prison I have come to know as "school." Right away it happens. I hear whispers and I know they're about me. I see fingers pointing and pretend I don't notice. It's like this most of the day. It has been like this for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure what I did to deserve this, but it must have been something pretty bad.

As the bell for last hour rings I know what I have to do. I wait as patiently as I possibly can. Finally I hear it... the bell signaling the dismissal of the prisioners. I try to act as normal as possible. I hope nobody's home. I slowly make my way up the sidewalk leading to my house. I stop to look at the flowers as they bloom in the hot spring air. I look up at the sky. I imagine what it would be like to fly among the clouds and be free. Finally I make my way into the house. I'm alone. I make my way up the stairs, making sure I take extra time, taking in every detail of everything I can see. Surprisingly, I am calm. I find myself in my room, facing the door. Then I see it. The knife I left there this morning. The knife I found in the attic one day. I had hidden it from everyone. But tonight, it wouldn't be hidden. I look out the window as I grab the knife. Good, nobody is home yet. Deep breaths....everything will be okay. I hear a car pull up so I know I have to hurry. I count silently to myself... 3...2....1. Then it's all over. No more pain. Everything is gone. I am finally among the clouds. But I hear something. I hear my mom. She's calling for me. I look down. She is standing by the table. She is calling for me to come get my bag I left laying on the table. Why had I forgotten it? I start to tell her I'll get it soon, then I remember I can't. She is starting to walk up the stairs. My bag in her hands. She opens the door. I see myself on the floor, kinfe in my heart. She just stands there for a second. No emotion. Nothing. then it hits her. She starts screaming and crying. She is still there when my dad gets home. He finds her holding me. Trying as hard as she can to bring me back. Nothing is working. She doesn't notice him walk in... but suddenly he is there. Crying. He calls for help. A neighbor hears, and calls 911. They carry me out and try to calm down my parents. But I know it will not be okay. They have lost their baby.



A few monts later....
My parents sold their house... they couldn't walk in anymore without calling for me. That girl that called you a slut? She has to take therapy. Every Monday and Thursday. That boy that pushed you and "accidentally" got his lunch on you? He goes to a different school now and doesn't talk to anyone. You died to stop the pain... but your death has caused pain also. Your best friend can't go a day without crying. She wishes she was the one it happened to. But you never let anyone know anything was wrong. You hid it from the world.