I was fifteen years old when I was ready to take my first life. Likewise, he was also fifteen, but he was nothing special; he was overweight, average height, completely unnoticeable. Furthermore, he was in a new school, did not have any friends, one of his parents had just left him; he was worthless. There was no reason to think anyone would notice, let alone care when he was gone. So one summer Saturday when he was home all alone, I loaded my gun to see my plan through. I walked up to his room, and readied myself for the execution. Besides, he was me, so I wouldn’t be hurting anyone, and there would be no guilt to live with. But right before I pulled the trigger, my phone rang. It was a boy I knew, Dale, telling me he would be over in ten
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Near the end of the school year I broke my collarbone for the second time in a year. As a result, along with other injuries suffered at the same time, I had to quit football and wrestling, and I believed I would never play a sport again. Thus, I had to go through months of physical rehabilitation, during which my parents informed us of the divorce. At the same time as all of this, I was still trying to complete my freshman year of high school, which was only my second year in public school. Consequently, I felt like I had to keep up the appearance of being the funny, optimistic guy, because nobody wanted to know how I actually felt. So every day I put on a figurative mask, and I continued my life away from home as it was, bottling up all the pain, anger, sadness, and any other emotions I had like a boat that sits on a collectors’ shelf. In short, the belief that nobody cared how I felt just pushed me further into the emotional black hole I was …show more content…
My injuries that led to quitting sports, my parents’ divorce, and the suppressing of my feelings all led me further and further down into that sadness. As a result of this experience, and the phone call that made me change my mind, I am now a stronger person. Eventually I no longer needed to wear a mask to hide my feelings, because I know the people close to me care about my true feelings. Due to this experience, thanks to Dale and “the guys,” I now know that I have people around me that love me, and I learned the importance of being open and honest with
Near the end of the school year I broke my collarbone for the second time in a year. As a result, along with other injuries suffered at the same time, I had to quit football and wrestling, and I believed I would never play a sport again. Thus, I had to go through months of physical rehabilitation, during which my parents informed us of the divorce. At the same time as all of this, I was still trying to complete my freshman year of high school, which was only my second year in public school. Consequently, I felt like I had to keep up the appearance of being the funny, optimistic guy, because nobody wanted to know how I actually felt. So every day I put on a figurative mask, and I continued my life away from home as it was, bottling up all the pain, anger, sadness, and any other emotions I had like a boat that sits on a collectors’ shelf. In short, the belief that nobody cared how I felt just pushed me further into the emotional black hole I was …show more content…
My injuries that led to quitting sports, my parents’ divorce, and the suppressing of my feelings all led me further and further down into that sadness. As a result of this experience, and the phone call that made me change my mind, I am now a stronger person. Eventually I no longer needed to wear a mask to hide my feelings, because I know the people close to me care about my true feelings. Due to this experience, thanks to Dale and “the guys,” I now know that I have people around me that love me, and I learned the importance of being open and honest with