My mother looks at me expectantly. I'm to give this speech a fifth time. I walk past the graves to the one she stands by. My sister, buried below. As my eyes fill, I deliver my speech... and for a fifth time every memory returns.
The bell rang, signalling recess.
I wait until I'm the last one in the room to leave. My right hand is in my pocket; I grasp the handle of my knife. I step into the freezing rain. As I walk towards the swing set, I see him. Kyle, the boy I've been in love with since the 2nd grade. Hand in hand with some girl I don't know. Today, I'm to turn ten years old. I look back to Kyle. He's kissing stranger girl. Whatever strings had been holding me to life seemed to rip. What's there to look forward to, anyway? Hell here at school, hell at home, hell in my past, and no doubt hell in my future. I reach for the knife again, clear my mind.
EDIT: don't read^ i just really wanted to get that out of my head
The bell rang, signalling recess.
I wait until I'm the last one in the room to leave. My right hand is in my pocket; I grasp the handle of my knife. I step into the freezing rain. As I walk towards the swing set, I see him. Kyle, the boy I've been in love with since the 2nd grade. Hand in hand with some girl I don't know. Today, I'm to turn ten years old. I look back to Kyle. He's kissing stranger girl. Whatever strings had been holding me to life seemed to rip. What's there to look forward to, anyway? Hell here at school, hell at home, hell in my past, and no doubt hell in my future. I reach for the knife again, clear my mind.
EDIT: don't read^ i just really wanted to get that out of my head