A Mistreated
Theme: Bullying (Effects of Bullying)
I had yet again scraped my left knee cap against the robust concrete that formed the base of my school’s so called ‘child friendly’ playground. So much for a clean sheet this week. The school bullies weren’t helping, they just made my injuries worse. They would always torture me while I was sitting alone at lunch time having the happiest time of my life, as happy as a healthy growing tree and then a fire would be carried by the wind and completely annihilate me from the inside out and the after effect would be the tree losing all of it’s leaves and branches as if they were flesh and emotions. People underestimate me. Sometimes they laugh at my ambitions to become an inventor, a pioneer but …show more content…
I knew they were against the law but that didn’t bother me, bullying was against the law but it didn’t seem to matter to my tormentors, so I decided to look at law-breaking the same way. I had even considered trying to join the bullies, it would be satisfying to give the punches that I had been taking to some other useless wimps and loser. I mean, why not? I thought like a bully and even started to act like one at one stage. I guess I wasn’t large and dumb enough. Anyways, a thought crossed my mind. What if I failed? Then I would be a failure. I came to the conclusion that the world could do with less failures. One day, I saw my father come home depressed and drunk holding a bottle of pills in his hands while crying. Him and my mother had separated a long time ago so I don’t know what it was about. I couldn’t attempt to cheer him up because he had locked himself inside his bedroom. I heard his crying even from the other side of the door as if he was right next to me. I heard him talk to himself about putting himself out of his misery. I knew that I wanted to put myself out of my misery too. Suddenly, I knew what those pills were and I knew I needed them. They could end my pain, suffering and send me to a better place. I dismissed the thought and knew I’d be happier either …show more content…
I had even abandoned my beloved project to cause havoc on all those who have abused me. It was clear now to all those around me that they had gone over the line and that I had changed through the depression they had triggered. It was too late for forgiveness. After surviving one last mauling at school, one last bashing, one last mocking, I decided to end it all. I saw where my father had put those pills last night and after this unholy last minute of life, I didn’t need to anymore. I climbed up onto the kitchen counter and stood up onto my feet to reach the very highest cupboard. I opened the door, I opened the bottle, I opened my mouth and I emptied the
Theme: Bullying (Effects of Bullying)
I had yet again scraped my left knee cap against the robust concrete that formed the base of my school’s so called ‘child friendly’ playground. So much for a clean sheet this week. The school bullies weren’t helping, they just made my injuries worse. They would always torture me while I was sitting alone at lunch time having the happiest time of my life, as happy as a healthy growing tree and then a fire would be carried by the wind and completely annihilate me from the inside out and the after effect would be the tree losing all of it’s leaves and branches as if they were flesh and emotions. People underestimate me. Sometimes they laugh at my ambitions to become an inventor, a pioneer but …show more content…
I knew they were against the law but that didn’t bother me, bullying was against the law but it didn’t seem to matter to my tormentors, so I decided to look at law-breaking the same way. I had even considered trying to join the bullies, it would be satisfying to give the punches that I had been taking to some other useless wimps and loser. I mean, why not? I thought like a bully and even started to act like one at one stage. I guess I wasn’t large and dumb enough. Anyways, a thought crossed my mind. What if I failed? Then I would be a failure. I came to the conclusion that the world could do with less failures. One day, I saw my father come home depressed and drunk holding a bottle of pills in his hands while crying. Him and my mother had separated a long time ago so I don’t know what it was about. I couldn’t attempt to cheer him up because he had locked himself inside his bedroom. I heard his crying even from the other side of the door as if he was right next to me. I heard him talk to himself about putting himself out of his misery. I knew that I wanted to put myself out of my misery too. Suddenly, I knew what those pills were and I knew I needed them. They could end my pain, suffering and send me to a better place. I dismissed the thought and knew I’d be happier either …show more content…
I had even abandoned my beloved project to cause havoc on all those who have abused me. It was clear now to all those around me that they had gone over the line and that I had changed through the depression they had triggered. It was too late for forgiveness. After surviving one last mauling at school, one last bashing, one last mocking, I decided to end it all. I saw where my father had put those pills last night and after this unholy last minute of life, I didn’t need to anymore. I climbed up onto the kitchen counter and stood up onto my feet to reach the very highest cupboard. I opened the door, I opened the bottle, I opened my mouth and I emptied the