| Jesse |
12-25-2012 09:20 PM |
(Sorta depressing rant, beware.)
Okay, so this was a week ago. Because of my groundedness, I couldn't post this here. Anyways, the story starts in the morning when I was waiting for my teacher. In my mind, I was thinking about my recent stunt in advisor where I had embarrassed myself in front of my fellow students. And what did I do? I stood there, silent and smiling.
I was already depressed because the day before I had been grounded, and after a brief argument that ended with my body against a wall, I had stabbed my arm with a bunch of tacs. Don't worry, it wasn't at all noticable and I didn't plan on doing it again.
But back to the present. I drew six little circles on the corner of my take home folder. Every time something that I hated happened, I filled in a circle. I would give myself one day. I had no idea what would happen if I filled in all the circles. Perhaps I might've done something dangerous, if you get my drift.
Fast forward to later that day. It' s an assembly, and a one man volleyball player has just won against the whole eighth grade. Afterward, he starts talking about how you should never give up. Pretty cliche, but at the same time very sad.
Then he started a story about how a kid had shown him six bleeding cuts on his arm. The kid said that this man had made him change his mind about killing himself.
Being caught off guard, my face burned and everything went a little blurry.
The principal pointed at his watch, then pointed at the exit door. Was it because he had gone twenty minutes over? Or did he just not like what he was hearing?
The man- and I promise I am not kidding- said no. He said that this was the whole reason he came here.
Mr. Bran pointed at his watch again. The man frowned, picked up his stuff, and... left.
When I got back to class, I erased each of the circles.
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