Right or Wrong?

The bully's furious fist collided with my face, sending me to the cold, hard ground, both hurt and scared. His giant foot came out of no where and struck me painfully in the gut. I wanted to try and run away but I couldn't move, I was stuck on the cold sand of the playground.

I could feel the vomit trying to escape from my mouth but I didn't let it. I wanted to get away but I was determined not to let him see I was afraid. I tried not to show weakness but my body seemed to need to. If I showed that he was winning over me in more than one way, he would only make it worse.

I've never liked the taste of blood. My own was something like black licorice, a taste no one likes. I find the taste rather terrifyingly disgusting and revolting and I don't understand how anyone would willingly taste it. Then again, I am different from everyone else.

I don't understand why he hates me so much either. I've never done him any wrong, I keep to myself. I'm not stupid or nerdy. I'm just a normal kid, well for the most part. It seems like everyone just has to point and hate because I'm different.

"Fucking faggot!" He yells at me as he spits on my face. His spit is cold like his heart.

Is it because I am different that's why he hates me so much? I'm surrounded by so many people, kids from my classes and all they do is cheer him on. I count a thousand eyes looking upon my beaten down body. Am I really that bad?

They all hate me.

I slam the door and run to my room in tears. It's a small room with four walls, a window, and a closet. The walls were blue, like how you would think tears would be colored. To anyone else it might just seem like a regular 14 year olds room but to me it's a prison. At least it's a safe prison. The tears were freezing against my red face.

I am alone.

When I was in elementary school, things were so much better. I had friends back then. It's hard to believe that  it was ever like that. The same boy who beats me the most was also once my best friend. We never fought back then. There weren't any problems. We used to spend most of our time together and there was never a problem.

Until that horrendous day when he realized that I was different.

Then he became the worst of the all and it's all my fault. I'm a stupid idiot. It's all my fault that I'm different. It's all my fault and I can't seem to change. Why do things have to be so bad?

The blade was like ice to the skin.

It would all be okay soon. I would soon be joining my mother in heaven for this act will right my wrongs. This act will take away my sins. Today I repent for my sins.

The blade started to shake.

This is the only way to makes things right again. I kept telling myself that everything would be okay, but still deep down inside I was afraid. I had doubts, second thoughts. Even with all the doubt that drowns me like the ocean, I knew that I had to do this.

The blade slit my neck.

Blood seeped from the open wound; I couldn't breath. Panic engulfed me, I thought it would be instant. I started to gasp for air, and everything seemed to slow down. The pain was unbearable, and the taste made me want to vomit. I guess I do deserve to suffer but, I don't think anyone deserves this.

Then everything went black, it was over.

-Zero